When I was three I had beautiful red cowboy boots and I think this is my equivalent now. Nothing like nostalgia.
When I was three I had beautiful red cowboy boots and I think this is my equivalent now. Nothing like nostalgia.
Guys my mom didn’t know what 69 referred to. In fact my mom was like “oh was he talking about my birthday?”
This is why no one in my family is happy. It all makes sense now.
Guys my mom didn’t know what 69 referred to. In fact my mom was like “oh was he talking about my birthday?”
This is why no one in my family is happy. It all makes sense now.