I had to.
Because Cezar was unbelievabl
Jane Marple (fashion)
I don’t know if this is better or worse than the time I found a turd in my sheets.
Writing! How does one do it? And, once one has done it, how does one know it isn’t all a big pile of unintelligible magoozlum?
Jet: I lost my nose in the war. It’s been tough coping without it.
(Jet how many times have I told you to get an insurance?)
My favourite tragic love story is that of an artist and their art