Skips87
I always knew my mother was unhinged.
the lure of the green, grassy meadow was too much for the spirited stallion. He took a look at the paddock fence, eyed it up, and then took off galloping towards it, and carefully measuring his strides launched himself towards the meadow
shaken, stirred one olive please. salt on the glass rim. barman shaking up a cocktail. lynchberg lemonade. mmm delicious! reminds me of the deep south. happy senses.