Blasting holes in the night till she bled sunshine.
So, Sabrina walks into a bar. A 45+ year-old man told me his ex-wife died that morning and he wants to know if he can take me out to dinner sometime.
…my life is a sitcom.
Posted November19th at 1 57 pm
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