Who’s a clever boy?
Might be some Diane Noomin (RIP) in that drawing…
King, or not, who cares? The Brits don’t even really care. It doesn’t make much difference…he will always be a big eared git.
…I would walk five hundred miles and I would walk five hundred more…
Never have had a sweetie with whom I could share clothes. It hasn’t been a matter of taste, so much, but a matter of size.
I’m gonna be disoriented all day.
No credibility here…the board is oriented 90 degrees off. Perhaps they are both color impaired.
She’s dead…’nuff said.
Am I alone in finding that the maze cannot be traversed? There is no way, without ….crossing lines… to complete the maze.