Afterwards we hit the dish, well part of it. Then got lost in a beautiful neighborhood.
Doesn't this guy know the meaning of "the day
of rest?"
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
Tuesday, May 9, 2006
Sunday walks are the best
Posted by Alice at 2:04 PM
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