Remember when you bought your lock-picking kit and you couldn't wait to tell your ex-girlfriend just so you could hear the horrified facepalm? No? God, it seems like yesterday for me.
For the record, I lost my keys. Sorry, no drama.
Musings from the Round Mound of Unprofound
Remember when you bought your lock-picking kit and you couldn't wait to tell your ex-girlfriend just so you could hear the horrified facepalm? No? God, it seems like yesterday for me.
For the record, I lost my keys. Sorry, no drama.