It's about time. Nothing worse than hoping the girl in the seat next to you had a spare tampon in her book bag. That was hell for me in Junior High.
Count me among the four percent who doesn't want anything to do with the lifestyle of a moonshine drinking jug band bear.
Oh you poor thing. Maybe if you didn't roll your eyes at every second thing I say we could have HAD something, baby. Yeh, that's the look I am talking about.
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