The other day someone told me that Cuban cigars were considered exotic because they were apparently and i quote, rolled on the legs of beautiful virgin ladies.
I downloaded pirated copies of the new Flyleaf and Robbie Williams album.
There is quite simply nothing worse than having an elephant in the room. Except perhaps flogging a dead horse, but thats another matter.
I can only try to help and i am, perhaps this is all my fault, as usual. It is not fair to ask a person to see light in a world that you made dark in the first place. But…there’s light!
I can only listen!
Alpha-dog or Omega-lomaniac? Who gives a shit? When the fat lady sings I’ll be the one holding the lawnmower to her foot.
I’ll leave it at there’s only so many cigars you can roll on a lady before she loses her virginity.