Here's my week: moaning pitiably on my couch, depleting the DVR, with a bag of frozen okra on my acromioclavicular joint. Stupid gravity.
Musings from the Round Mound of Unprofound
Here's my week: moaning pitiably on my couch, depleting the DVR, with a bag of frozen okra on my acromioclavicular joint. Stupid gravity.