Paul_s
tea and cake
James Russell to his wife: thank god my shift is over selling tat.
Nicola George to her friend: Do you want a fire blanket, you might die a horrible death if you cook your chips in lard.
Peter Simon to his worry angels: I love you all.
thoughts?
Nicola George to her friend: Do you want a fire blanket, you might die a horrible death if you cook your chips in lard.
Peter Simon to his worry angels: I love you all.
thoughts?