martha
Blue Crack Supplier
I was buying a bitchin' little three story townhouse (I guess) with a nifty one-car garage underneath it. I had lovely tree-lined views of that tall building with the antennae on it.
The one problem was that I was Ben Stiller. And I was wearing a jogging suit.
I am insane.
The one problem was that I was Ben Stiller. And I was wearing a jogging suit.
I am insane.