Yesterday we were driving up to Carlsbad Caverns and we heard this piece on the radio.
I guess they were desperate, but there will be no living with him now.
The dog barks, and the caravan moves on.
The dog barks, and the caravan moves on.
Yesterday we were driving up to Carlsbad Caverns and we heard this piece on the radio.
I guess they were desperate, but there will be no living with him now.
What about those nasty rolled “tacos” stuffed with mystery meat and floating in dishwater with cheese? Are you including those in your count? Ni madre. No la chinges.