I’M SORRY ABOUT THE PIGEON ON THE PORCH. AND ALL OVER THE HALLWAY. AND ANY BITS OF HIM THAT MAY BE UNDER THE REFRIGERATOR, THE COUCH, OR POSSIBLY THE TELEVISION STAND. JUST TRYING TO CONTRIBUTE. I DIDN’T REALIZE YOU DON’T EAT SQUAB, THAT’S ALL.
I GOT YOU THESE FLOWERS, AND A BOTTLE OF CHARDONNAY. IT’S IN THE FRIDGE. WHY DON’T YOU QUIT CALLING ME A “COLD BLOODED MURDERER” AND GO HAVE A GLASS. I’LL ORDER SOME PIZZA OR SOMETHING.
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