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.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Berlitz: Sinking Ship
Math Judas originally sent this to me. I know he's going to boink at least one German pool boy during his academic career. It's a teutonic tear waiting to happen.