The Blind Squirrel
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Alone
Tracy and Sam have gone to Nelson to chillax.
I just caught a glimpse of something in my peripheral vision, and have discovered potato chips on my chest! Huzzah!
That's right... I'm a secret slob when left to my own devices.
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