I did a bunch of compound exercises at the gym.
I watched The Time Traveler's Wife. It was great utilization of the time travel paradox model, the same model shared by Terminator and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
No one in the database was working at the mall except for that chick Faith at Brookstone who was wearing a blouse that exposed her shoulders, giving the illusion of more skin. And I got a boner. I ate a chili chili cheese burger and garlic parmesan fries dinner with Freckled Lemonade at Red Robin.
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