all i could smell this morning was the roast chicken lady's chicken, as i moved from room to room, the smell followed me..as i vacuumed the floor...as i mopped the floor, scrubbing away at the gunk by the entrance...even when i went to the toilet..the chicken was always there..
..my self control can only last so long..
venerdì 12 ottobre 2007
there's a roast chicken lady downstairs..
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il primo post non poteva che trattare di cucina & affini!
we are waiting for the italian post, vanessa..
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