Bear called the police… it was a better solution than allowing me to go around there to tell them to shut the fuck up… or else… I’d have no problem throwing my toaster in their pool.
Bear called the police… it was a better solution than allowing me to go around there to tell them to shut the fuck up… or else… I’d have no problem throwing my toaster in their pool.
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Letters from the women in my family to their mothers from 1910-1980.
The art of losing
The Life and Times of a retired Soldier, Boxer, Pilot, Husband, Father and Grandfather
tales of untruths
My adventures in trail running and awkward socials
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