A Brief History of that man in the mirror June 29, 2006Posted by scartissuemark in My Self, The Life and Times of Me Myself and I.
At this point i realised i was outside.
My memory is kinda hazy but i swear that bear was evil. He never closed his eyes, was alway staring, creepy.
The joys of that colour box
“I can walk, and look at that these nappies slips right off my legs. Thats more like it, Ahhh
“My best friend’s name’s Thomas, he’s an engine, what’s your name?”