I ain't ordering in.
If I eat it's whatever shit. Fuck shit.
No truer words have ever been said, aye: fuck shit. goal.
Following has nothing to do with its title. Or does it.
Allegedly the expunging of a miscellaneous bird that flew
into a window pane. Mammals? No. Nevermind.
No answers, here.
Tunes, yes.
Anne Neggen
My apologies to the same
(good grief)
fucked with mehead for years
fucked with me head for fun