A cricket bat!
Twelve years, and four psychiatrists!
Four?
I kept biting them!
Why?
They said you weren't real.
Twelve years, and four psychiatrists!
Four?
I kept biting them!
Why?
They said you weren't real.
Friday, November 14
But I Don't Have A Shirt...
A stroke of pure brilliance.
A stroke of pure brilliance.
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