Of all the things she said, she said.
It happened. I knew if you rubbed the bottle long enough the damn genie would pop out.
Drinking my last bottle of beer before the beginning of the ordeal tomorrow. Oral surgery to remove all the dead from my mouth.
Sometimes you have to tear it all down to rebuild.
Drinking my last bottle of beer before the beginning of the ordeal tomorrow. Oral surgery to remove all the dead from my mouth.
Sometimes you have to tear it all down to rebuild.