My Saturday With an Old Codger…
I’m sitting in a room on 7:30 on a Saturday morning when I could be sleeping in. I am not going to say what I’m doing or where I am (fear of reprisals), but rest assured, I don’t want to be here. And apparently, neither does the broad sitting to my left… Apparently, it’s mimis […]
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