Little brown paper bags filled with cat and dog shyte to be burned down there.
June 4, 2012 at 3:33 pm
An interesting thought Eva
Peace to you,
June 4, 2012 at 9:44 pm
very dramatic, Laz I guess that’s what makes it hell — they’re there together
June 5, 2012 at 5:49 pm
June 5, 2012 at 9:17 pm
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