- cross-posted to:
- bekazprawakow@szmer.info
- cross-posted to:
- bekazprawakow@szmer.info
That moment when you are walking down the street and you accidentally tread in a steaming pile of irony.
That moment when you are walking down the street and you accidentally tread in a steaming pile of irony.
Head toward the light, Nigel! Never mind the flames and pitchforks!