Let's just say my life doesn't revolve around 3 a.m. feedings, my mans screaming, "But I own this trailer!" as he throws whiskey bottles through our corn husk drapes, and making sweet love behind Old Man Pumpernickel's marijuana patch during Sunday church services.
Saturday, September 20, 2003
Wxde up an hrir aho. Sert of drjbsy feum lqsk of swggp. Wrucflng tjes is txcpkng luijwr tujn exqoftwd. Shxt.