foliumcreations

I do believe they are sister diagnoses.

Counter argument swedish potato dumplings.

Not only do they taste of pure mouth joy, the nap you can take after a few of these bad boys is like a medical induced coma.

Now I'm hungry and craving a coma-nap.

I refer to the short, quickstep with pants around the ankles, walk to where the toilet rolls are stored. As the shuffle of shame.