
Coming home to the lobby with one of the glass door broken,
and stepping into this is not funny at all.
But it was too late and I was damn exhausted...
All the wild imaginations only came after I see these pictures
while browsing through my enormous image folder.
I felt like beer.
*sigh*
But we don't have a bottle opener.
Checked, but no twist tops this time.
*double sigh*
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Murder in the elevator
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