He told me his last name was Green. “Green?” I asked. “Can you spell that for me? I’m colorblind.
A Story That Talks about Talking Is Like Chatter to Chattering Teeth, and Every Set of Dentures Can Attest to the Fact That No..The sky was as blue as orange could get. I love sunsets at noon, and forks disguised as spoons.
A Story That Talks about Talking Is Like Chatter to Chattering Teeth, and Every Set of Dentures Can Attest to the Fact That No..Sometimes life is sad. You can cry in your booze, if you want. I think that’s called a Whiskey Sour.
A Story That Talks about Talking Is Like Chatter to Chattering Teeth, and Every Set of Dentures Can Attest to the Fact That No..