I'm not a lion. I'm not even a cat. I'm a just a piece of a-s, at best.
Where is Leo when you need him? Where is Nancy McNally and the Marines? Where are the choppers and the code red?
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3 comments:
vadånurå? vad betyder det här - no house?
noooooooooooooo house
There'll be a house.Hang on in there tiger. Lion.
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