Is it the “White Powder”?

He fell down with a crash. He is my fried and if he falls, with a plate full of eatables, smearing himself all over, what am I supposed to do? What do they expect a friend, like me, to do? Well I’m expected to laugh, laugh till my stomach starts to pain like heel. Laugh... Continue Reading →

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