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Alfred has Arthritis Since Alfred, the man who strenuously denies fatherhood got arthritis in his hands, it often happens when it gets cold. He sleeps to noon take forever in the bathroom before going to town looking like an artist in his alpaca jacket and French beret. He eats lunch in town alone never think of inviting me and in the evening watches Bulgarian soap opera, having him here has put a strain I'm thinking of sending he at home didn't think it would come to that. He sits by the fire I buy the wood, I will tell him he is not my father and tell him to leave; perhaps next winter.
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC
Alfred has Arthrites
Alfred has Arthritis Since Alfred, the man who strenuously denies fatherhood got arthritis in his hands, it often happens when it gets cold. He sleeps to noon take forever in the bathroom before going to town looking like an artist in his alpaca jacket and French beret. He eats lunch in town alone never think of inviting me and in the evening watches Bulgarian soap opera, having him here has put a strain I'm thinking of sending he at home didn't think it would come to that. He sits by the fire I buy the wood, I will tell him he is not my father and tell him to leave; perhaps next winter.
jan-oskar-hansen
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC
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