An account of the lawless wasteland between Rehoboth and Bethany
It drives me bonkers when people want to make other people have fun in an organized, predictable way. More so when it's summer people whining about other summer people. I feel like that's the height of unselfawareness.
It drives me bonkers when people want to make other people have fun in an organized, predictable way. More so when it's summer people whining about other summer people. I feel like that's the height of unselfawareness.