It was foretold that I would win … and I did.
Her hair was long, dark and wild, sensually cascading over her shoulders like gravy down a mountain of mashed potatoes on Thanksgiving.
Jim Flanigan Looks at the World
Turning the Mundane into Fundane Since 2015
It was foretold that I would win … and I did.
Her hair was long, dark and wild, sensually cascading over her shoulders like gravy down a mountain of mashed potatoes on Thanksgiving.