As I sit in the searing sun of my hometown, I hear the faint screeching of my legs being burnt to a delicious chocolate crisp; or perhaps that's the sound of the cicadas, just in time for a never ending headache. Happy days.
As I sit in the searing sun of my hometown, I hear the faint screeching of my legs being burnt to a delicious chocolate crisp; or perhaps that's the sound of the cicadas, just in time for a never ending headache. Happy days.