
At then end of the day when I’m hot and sticky and desperately in need of a cold shower, it feels like summer can’t be over soon enough.
At then end of the day when I’m hot and sticky and desperately in need of a cold shower, it feels like summer can’t be over soon enough.
If Maureen Dowd can write about getting stoned to the bone in the New York Times, than why shouldn’t I for my stupid blog?