You know every week you made you way down here, sit with a hot tea and some homemade biscuits, so then we start talk like those who had live for thousand years.
Once upon a time there was an ordinary old man, he spent most of his life for making his three sausages. For decades, he took these sausages out in the morning and let them get dry under the sun; and took them home while the moon rises.
As usual every day night before dinner
Found that isohunt.com is down, just a few sec
Then I found out this, and I call it: vivalove
I know it’s been a while to see the fresh photos here, but
Now they come.
= Home Stuffs =
We do have house cleaning every weekend
Yes no clubbing, no partying
Till the sofa come, and other pieces
And somehow in the air
Voices buzzing about:
There is a party coming, coming, coming…
= Party =
Okay I lie, we do party a bit
First congratulation for Sylvia
For her new job and big thanks for the big meal, and
A good opportunity to get drunk.
= About me =
So, I took 4 tooth out the other week
Pain as hell, if there is one, but hell sounds better than this
Anyway, 4 out and the braces will be right on the port.
For two years time I think I going to be really quiet and very shy
At least won’t open my mouth that openly
So let’s meet Adam and Steve: