To a garbage truck that's collecting outside on my street, that sounds like some sort of mythical beast, that's playing bloody country music.
What.
Dafuq.
YOU ARE READING
Why Did You Click This.
RandomGreetings, Legos-- or Noodles-- or Dragons. I don't know anymore. I'm back with a book of unimportant thoughts and stupidness from the person typing this. Ask yourself the title, right now.
