Mmm. Home. Where you can pass flatulance freely and happily with your brothers, coming up with one bad euphemism and/or intestinal response after another:
"FLAME ON!"
"Up up and away!"
"And now for some jazz!"
"Hey look, a duck!"

We are all so mature.I kind of can't beleive Roaft turns twenty in two weeks. My bestfriendlittlebrothertypeperson is ( Read more... )