Even when we’re not trying to be funny.
It’s 105 degrees in here, and I can’t place the smell. Somewhere between hot feet and freshly popped kettle corn.
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Even when we’re not trying to be funny.
It’s 105 degrees in here, and I can’t place the smell. Somewhere between hot feet and freshly popped kettle corn.
Read the rest of this entry »