A snippet in NW, or was it woman's day? A write up on stuff, and then the fateful google image search for Sting toes. Which brings us to this dreadful dreadful pollutant. Poor innocent Australia!
Why do I do this to myself?
Oh, I know, so I can keep pushing my repulsion barriers and thus out foul everyone else in my flat. Or try to.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment