toasting the cameo appearance of my twin sister, I admire the leg of two rather tipsy women. a soldier stands on a bar stool in such a way his non-soldier friends become sad. they shake the stool but not for long. the soldier chides them for giving up. the leg hops its way outside. ahead of schedule.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
toasting the cameo appearance of my twin sister, I admire the leg of two rather tipsy women. a soldier stands on a bar stool in such a way his non-soldier friends become sad. they shake the stool but not for long. the soldier chides them for giving up. the leg hops its way outside. ahead of schedule.
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