Yeah Yeah Still those feet...
BTW me like the top drivers woody bit why not do rounded botoms as well?
Well Well Well why donyou share that whit me
I will tell no one(well maybe just to Thomas) and your concience be washed sparkling clean like lovelly lovelly snow.(PS donyou is spelled like that and shuld be read as donya we reserve the right to sprinkle any post whit spellering mistakes)
Well Well Well why donyou share that whit me
(PS donyou is spelled like that and shuld be read as donya we reserve the right to sprinkle any post whit spellering mistakes)
I promise not to.......
Well Well Well why donyou share that whit me
(PS donyou is spelled like that and shuld be read as donya we reserve the right to sprinkle any post whit spellering mistakes)
Our new Papal Nuncio!
Too cold here ... couldn't catch it; it would die immediately. I've even suggested that a couple of rather cold girls might like to borrow an immersion heater.
Brian,
half the world occupies itself with the meaning of life, and is on medication.
Lose a child, and it becomes the meaning-less of living.
And the higher the cranial utilization percentage, the heavier the burden.
For men, life boils down to a Russian roulette table in Reno. A male with a child is king of the Congo, but nothing if the father survives the offspring.
(purely subjectively, by the numbers, women also appear to be more pragmatic in that sense)
All I can say to Gyuri is that life must be horrible, but he'll just have to ride it out with many beers, and plenty beautiful records on his TT tank.
