the smell of my desperation has become a stench
Chuck
“Who is left, that writes these days? You and me, we’ll be different.”
Come for the baby Chuck photos, stay for the vulgarities
Happy 10th, Coco, you old lady!
“We’re kind of loving them to death”
In spite of so much
I put words on my blog
Learn how your dog learns
“How I dearly wish I was not here”
As sporty as I get
Ballin
