It FEELs like a Friday.
Boy, am I gonna be pissed when I wake up tomorrow.
It FEELs like a Friday.
Boy, am I gonna be pissed when I wake up tomorrow.
Back in the dark, distant past, I used to work on an estate in upper Northwest Washington, DC. One day, U.S. Marshals started to swarm the grounds, putting up a large fence around the entire property and issuing badges [more...]
