At Dirty Boy.
Because I'm in bed watching tv all day and he isn't on.
Damn Dirty Boy.
Mmmm... Dirty Boy...
Okay, I forgive you!
It's not about the house.
At Dirty Boy.
Because I'm in bed watching tv all day and he isn't on.
Damn Dirty Boy.
Mmmm... Dirty Boy...
Okay, I forgive you!
Posted by EGE at 3:06 PM
Life in a falling-down bungalow told with
wit and high humor
2 comments:
Glad to see I'm not the only one with a crush on the dirty boy! :)
Oh, honey, can we talk? If you keep reading the archives, you will see -- it's bad. Very, very bad.
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