There's nothing more depressing, than feeling lonely. Crocheting? Well, maybe there is; But, at this moment, I can't think of anything. You're girlfriends are all out of town, doing their own thing. Vegas fuckers. Kid(s) are away at… whatever. "Ditch The Kids" camp? You have the house to yourself. Hello, hello, hello…. It echoes. You've… Continue reading Lonely Llama Spitter
