Anything left Scott? Bueler... Bueler.... Anyone.....
"Love is like a snowmobile racing across the tundra then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." Matt Groening, Life In Hell
Sorry dood I been wicked busy. I have a bloomack set aside for you the blurple eels are gone, There are a few black/antique gold left. I have one or two other orders to get out today also.