Love. It. This is the sort of thing that stops me in my tracks and makes me look a little crazy as I chuckle at a closed shop door.
Ha ha. Reminds me of "Chop the tree down. Now chop it up. I can't because I've just chopped it down."
Melbourne Street
Love. It.
This is the sort of thing that stops me in my tracks and makes me look a little crazy as I chuckle at a closed shop door.
Ha ha. Reminds me of "Chop the tree down. Now chop it up. I can't because I've just chopped it down."