nah, not nearly greasy enough
Oh man, it didn't run down your arm?
I'll have William deliver you some. I'm sure that will cheer you and Loca up. Perhaps she can take a p*ss on him as a thank you for the delivery.
didn't run down my arm and the beer was crummy i think william would much prefer to deliver to both of us together, don't you? that is, if he's not in jail
loca has a bad night a couple of evening's ago. she screamed as she was nesting on my bed, and this was a couple of hours after i gave her tramadol. she seems to be doing beter now. i'll let you all know what dr. couto has to say, ok?