…pity those who live without lager”
Where chickens can cross the road… “
Or is it just me?
I’m not staying for long, but I’m definitely coming out.
I’m waiting in a restaurant in Queens, in 1930s America. Mary Anne McLeod walks in.
And here’s why, but don’t tell anyone.
And I’ll damn well fight anyone who disagrees with me.
A washed-up, burnt-out has-been.
How false allegations can get you in Depp shit.
The answer will light up your life.