At first I was ready for you to hook me up with a coconut rum drink and start fire-dancing or something cool like that but I don’t see the beach and those boots don’t look very tropical either. So now I’ve got no excuses for you; you’re on your own now.
Honestly, it’s just a matter of time before there is a warning sign in the produce section that has a silhouette of a kid with a bag on their head and a big red circle with a line through it.
Crossing my fingers someone bashes her on the head with a club and drags her by the hair out of my eyesight.
Everyone loves a little junk in the trunk. Which junker would you pick up trash in?
Ohio & Oklahoma