If you told me there was a propane torch and a couple of crappy old butter knives in the corner, I could tell you the exact address of this crappy college party house.
If you told me there was a propane torch and a couple of crappy old butter knives in the corner, I could tell you the exact address of this crappy college party house.
This is what happens when you don't stop your kids from writing on the walls.
Okay no it's not, it's actually the home of a crazy person.
Sometimes you want things tranquil, sometimes vibrant. Just switch sides here and you're set!
Why don't you ever come to the door? Banging on the window with your forked tongue startles me every time!