-Me, to my dog, who is not good, nor is he a baby, every single day
"Smoke 'em if you got 'em," Sarge growls.
"Finally," I exclaim, arranging my cedar chips under a perforated tray of mussels.
"Smoke 'em if you got 'em," Sarge growls.
"Finally," I exclaim, arranging my cedar chips under a perforated tray of mussels.
Just a Dream
just a dream
dream
Just a Dream
just a dream
dream
😄
😄
I hope so. I can’t take this shit anymore.
I hope so. I can’t take this shit anymore.