those who hear not the music, think the dancers mad.
its a cold and its a broken hallelujah...
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Soiled Myself.
Every day i seem to come home with a lot of dirt in my nose. So if you happen to be potting anything please come and pick my nose.
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