Eh, put that thumb back up your ass, Stig.
Eh, put that thumb back up your ass, Stig.
The sheen’s off the tomato, Barke. Call it a night already.
I’ve always thought that my family’s story could be a southern gothic masterpiece if only I could just commit to putting pen to paper (and had any writing talent whatsoever).
edit: oops, replied to wrong person