My head is buried in the sands of tomorrow, while my tail feathers are singed by the hot sun of today.
John BarrymoreMy wife is the kind of girl who will not go anywhere without her mother, and her mother will go anywhere.
John BarrymoreMy head is buried in the sands of tomorrow, while my tail feathers are singed by the hot sun of today.
John BarrymoreMy wife is the kind of girl who will not go anywhere without her mother, and her mother will go anywhere.
John Barrymore