Cheers
Rm
Cheers
Rm
Then I could get a Kb Tshirt, move to Timaru and become a full time crossdressing faggot
AFAIK, it's real-time.
Why do you care?
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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