Thursday, August 6, 2009

somebody told me 'bout your plans to leave me

Oh MG. The brown leather gold grommet MISTER bag. Holy wow.

"If you don't get a move on that body, I'll be forced to give you a ticket!"
-No Parking Baby, No Parking on the Dancefloor

Yes, it's going to be that kind of day. Iced tea, funk music, twitchy leg, working kind of day.

Rocky's here!!!!

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