Thursday, May 11, 2017

Bryan Adams, Pick Up on Line Three

Some days this stuff just about writes itself which is a good deal for me since my fingers tire quickly from typing and a better deal for you and your eyes since there's almost nothing left to read except it's a tough life everywhere but most especially in Plant City, Florida. 

Oh yeah, because I mentioned Bryan Adams: na-na-na's sold separately.
-bill kenny
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