There is nothing to say. Can get tedious when I’ve had a couple of Chardonnays – which might explain what you read here. I’d be a rhykenologist if my pocket money was enough, but it isn’t. I just want an outlet for random writings without caring in the least what anyone thinks, I simply enjoy the writing. I don’t have a selfie of any sort – but I can get close enough to this guy to see myself reflected in his eye, when he sits sideways, and if I give him a nut. We are bosom acquaintances.
enyonymous 