Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
Self-Checkout aisles are like wheelchair ramps for introverts.
We're back after that brief pause for station identification.
It's a trick. If she could hear us breathing, she'd have opened fire on us by now...
It's true, I am breathing...v
I'm sorry, I'm still reading about AD and Babs.
Are you saying we're pervy?
What?Sorry... mind was elsewhere. If you see something small, brown, and furry skitter under the table, thats my brain. Kick it back over here please.
I thought I had my mouth covered...
That's not my breath. It's the fan I'm using to keep cool.D*mn, Tennessee sure is hot this August.
Is it heavy breathing?
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