Tags: Crash
Tropical Hayes!
For reasons unknown, all names shall be culled from this blogaruu. Except for mine. I’m going full on narcissistic. Tropical Hayes all the way! So it’s the day after Halloween. Actually, the night. Limo pulls up outside my abode. It’s time. Put on my private jet pants. Grab my bag. Scuttle out. Hop in. High fives.READ MORE
And Now… Balls
In Love, Not Limbo – Of Oceans Usually, around this time of year, you might hear the following conversation… Brida - Seamas - How orr you? Era shur… Gearing up for the holidays? Era shur… Ah to be sure? Era shur. Divil a bit, divil a bit. So usually you would hear that conversation anREAD MORE
