Thanks, Paul. That was wholly disgusting. (Nah, just a little.)
Thanks, Paul. That was wholly disgusting. (Nah, just a little.)
I write whatever I want, like poetry The New Yorker wouldn’t dare print. Visit me at denisesheltonwrites.com.
I write whatever I want, like poetry The New Yorker wouldn’t dare print. Visit me at denisesheltonwrites.com.