Sometimes it is best to just keep on scrollin by.
I came into the house last night after spending an hour dancing with a rotary buffer on my 80 series hood, and my wife was watching a show that was like one of those housefraus of (insert city here), yet it had a bunch of midgets, little people, dwarfs, whatever they would like to be called. they were in the middle of some sort of Panty Drop Run in LA, where everyone, including dudes, were running around in wimmens underwear. nothing says wtf did i hust see, ans i need to scorch my eyes with bleach, like a bunch of weirdly shaped and wierdly made up midgets in thongs running down the street, parading under a dude straddling two parking columns like a bridge, while hes in wimmens underwear...
I came into the house last night after spending an hour dancing with a rotary buffer on my 80 series hood, and my wife was watching a show that was like one of those housefraus of (insert city here), yet it had a bunch of midgets, little people, dwarfs, whatever they would like to be called. they were in the middle of some sort of Panty Drop Run in LA, where everyone, including dudes, were running around in wimmens underwear. nothing says wtf did i hust see, ans i need to scorch my eyes with bleach, like a bunch of weirdly shaped and wierdly made up midgets in thongs running down the street, parading under a dude straddling two parking columns like a bridge, while hes in wimmens underwear...