Sometimes…
Sometimes, I wish I could have my hands replaced with those gigantic, spinning machine guns that shoot shells as big as your fist.
Sometimes, I just wish I had enough money to pay all these bills.
Sometimes, I wish I could have my hands replaced with those gigantic, spinning machine guns that shoot shells as big as your fist.
Sometimes, I just wish I had enough money to pay all these bills.
February 10th, 2009 at 8:53 pm
I think that would make driving more challenging. I mean, more satisfying, sure, but harder to change the radio or turn up the heat.
February 10th, 2009 at 9:54 pm
Fine. I’ll stick with hands. Killjoy.