November 28, 2006
what you don’t want
Sitting in eleven a, I was waiting for b. She showed up and immediately I began to dread the next few hours. She wasn’t a 6 foot 5 man with a cut-off, harry arms, mullet and pushing three hundo. No, that was last time. This time - next to me - was a gaunt little [...]
Filed by ryanroth at November 28th, 2006 under Mowntins
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