One day the good times had to keep on rolling, and all of life's horseshit would turn to circuses.
Christopher MooreAnd an inky-colored despair of rejection enveloped me like the black tortilla of depression around a pain burrito.
Christopher MooreOne day the good times had to keep on rolling, and all of life's horseshit would turn to circuses.
Christopher MooreAnd an inky-colored despair of rejection enveloped me like the black tortilla of depression around a pain burrito.
Christopher Moore