Until I clean my apartment, figure out how to resuscitate my poor little Samson (bless his constipated soul) and stop staring out the window at the growing awkwardness of the two indian lovers yelling profanities outside while leaving their car running in the middle of a busy road, I wont be making any new posts. Got it Station? Do ya? Good. Now here is is this little goodie for being so understanding.
Thanks Big T from Idaho for the reflective-ness so Station and I can get our pose on
