I’d hang around beside my grandma’s “ready room” while she hosed down her hair with that stuff. Then she’d walk over and take a big drag off a Winston (fortunately never combined those). Somehow I’m still alive, maybe even resistant to all forms of toxic waste.
I’d hang around beside my grandma’s “ready room” while she hosed down her hair with that stuff. Then she’d walk over and take a big drag off a Winston (fortunately never combined those). Somehow I’m still alive, maybe even resistant to all forms of toxic waste.