A bird shit on my car. How is it possible that one bird could contain so much shit? Perhaps it was a highly coordinated attack, with many shitters aiming at the same coordinates. Read more →

We drink tea and chat about boys… and girls… He is not my boyfriend, he is my girlfriend. Yes it is true,He is actually a women. No he is not. I don't know. He is my friend now, So I shall stop calling him bachelor #3 and start calling him girlfren'. Read more →

Sometimes I love my body naked I feel all decked out in skin Read more →