It’s 1:26 in the morning. I am still in my Sunday Best from Saturday Night. It’s cold. I’m about to eat ice cream. Why I do these things, I have no answer. I suppose it’s to live like Larry.
It’s 1:26 in the morning. I am still in my Sunday Best from Saturday Night. It’s cold. I’m about to eat ice cream. Why I do these things, I have no answer. I suppose it’s to live like Larry.