YOUR NIAGARA PAUL

Sunday, 17 June 2012

THE ISLANDER: THE TOOLROOM.

Gettin' it emptied out.
Last call for all snakes to vacate. 

Didn't pick the best day to pack insulation. Used one of those two by fours with one hundred nails in it to scratch my back
Could of poured the tar off the roof.
I can dream. I can dream of a heat stroke.


Two and a half days of mediocre luck.








Are we a nation of islanders? That is beside the task at hand.

Do the Skylon Salmon follow your curser?

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