And so it begins….
In the great hot dog stand of life, I am the forgotten hotdog at the end of the day, that lies shriveled, wrinkled, and dried up, never having reached it’s full potential. Someone pass the mustard.
In the great hot dog stand of life, I am the forgotten hotdog at the end of the day, that lies shriveled, wrinkled, and dried up, never having reached it’s full potential. Someone pass the mustard.