It’s the time of year, at least in Bend Oregon, where every time I get out of the car I slam my hand against the metal car door in an attempt to override the surprise of the righteous shock I ALWAYS GET.
It’s the time of year, at least in Bend Oregon, where every time I get out of the car I slam my hand against the metal car door in an attempt to override the surprise of the righteous shock I ALWAYS GET.