I'm in the future. Like hundreds of years in the future. I've been dead for centuries.
Oh, lovely, you're a cheery one aren't you?
Oh, lovely, you're a cheery one aren't you?
Friday, November 14
But I Don't Have A Shirt...
A stroke of pure brilliance.
A stroke of pure brilliance.
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