17 March, 2008
“We could start flinging baked beans at the window like monekys fling poo. That would keep the customers away”
Microdermal (aka, what-on-earth-were-you-thinking-Holly) News: The two closest to my sternum are going batshit insane. The one that I originally caught on my bath towel in what seems so long ago it could have been 1996 has been in, then out, then it went back in again, now it is in limbo. The heel is under [...]