I could smell it on their breath when they came in the living room. I felt like the wife of a drinker checking his breath when he hits the door. Of course, Joey tried to give me kisses, which I declined.
Viewing entries tagged
shapoops
We run, we walk, we eat, we write. If I could just get these Bitches to type.
Viewing entries tagged
shapoops
I could smell it on their breath when they came in the living room. I felt like the wife of a drinker checking his breath when he hits the door. Of course, Joey tried to give me kisses, which I declined.