There’s a guy who’s started working in the office downstairs who looks like a younger, redheaded version of me.
Here’s hoping I won’t need to handcuff him to a bed and throw myself off a building.
Disordered Thoughts and Curmudgeonly Ramblings
There’s a guy who’s started working in the office downstairs who looks like a younger, redheaded version of me.
Here’s hoping I won’t need to handcuff him to a bed and throw myself off a building.