The aunts have been drunk since a quarter after 11
“Bone bags of recycled distress stuck to a cream-colored sofa / spotted with cigarette burns.” — I know this scene. I can smell the ben gay and pall malls.
You know it. Telling the same stories for the last 1/3 of a century. No experiences, no joy. Just… the same tired bullshit
“Bone bags of recycled distress stuck to a cream-colored sofa / spotted with cigarette burns.” — I know this scene. I can smell the ben gay and pall malls.
You know it. Telling the same stories for the last 1/3 of a century. No experiences, no joy. Just… the same tired bullshit