I felt something crawling on my arm today. I looked down to find a little baby fly. For a moment, I thought I might have headlice.
Even now, my head itches from the thought. I'd be pissed if one of these hobos in Las Vegas passed me the head-buggies.
Even now, my head itches from the thought. I'd be pissed if one of these hobos in Las Vegas passed me the head-buggies.
Homie, you've gotta give me a call and fill me on your adventures. I'm not sleeping well and I blame your lack of information for my insomnia.
Didn't you ask me to dinner six months ago? Perhaps its time we set ourselves a date.
*hugs*