Someone, somewhere, is playing the Final Countdown loud enough that we could hear it through our window.
And all I can think of is Gob.
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In which I write, mostly about my travels and adventures for my friends and family to read.
2 comments:
Dear Gob,
wtf? I might be in love with you.
Love, Tillie.
Oh. My. Gob.
- Karen
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