Saturday, February 15, 2014
"We're Your Friends To The Bitter End."
Every time I go for a run at home then collapse in the back yard after my final sprint, these guys show up. I feel dead; I'm sure I look dead, but really guys?
Posted by James Wilson at 7:47 PM
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