Err...
So I just had a dream that Bobby Kennedy was in love with me and we had sex at this weird little manger-type thing where, inside, Ted Kennedy was getting convicted of treason to the French people.
And I drove a car through a shoe store. Not into, through. Like a little motorized scooter, except it was my car.
Hooray asthma pills. -_-
And I drove a car through a shoe store. Not into, through. Like a little motorized scooter, except it was my car.
Hooray asthma pills. -_-