I blame my shelf
I'm falling for you
A: So his feet wouldn't fall asleep.
On the top shelf. Where did the chocolate milk sit In the back.
Me: And you're to blame 911: Pardon Me: You give love a bad name 911: I'm hanging up
I don't know what your blaming me for, it's your fault!"
Shuck it long, and shuck it hard.
Ten-ish.
It tears your apart.
Ducks like a quack.
One with a cemetery plot.
Jorkens: "A Girl On The Cover & No Cover On The Girl"