That description killed me.
That description killed me.
I’m right there with you. Hair dryer on my pits is heavenly.
But if you stayed under british rule you could have enjoyed beans on toast.
You can’t criticise us brits when you have those rooty tooty point and shootys, and merry fizzlebang day.
My friend, you bow to no one.
I was born Kamehameherp, and I will die Kamehameherp.
Why do i hear rumbling