You, know, my own personal
Neverending Story. Except it's about me being stupid and injured, not magic, and there's no flying dog. (I don't care what Butch says. It looks nothing like a dragon, and everything like
Clifford's big, white, fluffy flying cousin.)
Anyway,
Wendy asked a question and I promptly dropped to the floor to figure out the
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Exercise in general is just bad. A bad person invented it, to hurt us.
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