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.
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
*UPDATE* I apologise. Europe isn't like America at all (*eyes dart back and forth suspiciously*). No, really, it's not. All the ladies with George Hamilton tans must've threw me off.