The neighbours have some very fancy clothes drying on their washing line. Of course, back in my day we didn't have washing machines. We had to scrub the prostitute's blood out of our shirt by hand.
Tuesday 20 April 2010
William James Mercer. No Scrubs.
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Just like back in 1888. Thems were good days. :)
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