It’s like living on Fantasy Island
April 11, 2007
You know if my fantasy was to never eat bread again, live in a place Spring has forgotten, and be surrounded by needy people who are under 3 feet tall and can’t wipe their own butts.
My very own Tattoo.
“Da Plane, Mama! Da Plane!!”
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