Or better yet, an outlaw amish motorcycle gang. Born to rumspringa.
Or better yet, an outlaw amish motorcycle gang. Born to rumspringa.
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.
Knutty Knits!
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"Where would we be without the agitators of the world to attach the electrodes
of knowledge to the nipples of ignorance?" ~ Professor "Dick" Soloman
forgot La Migra.