| Basically what it feels like running into ex's on metro |
This past Saturday I was doing just that. It was so blistery outside, I decided to take refuge in my humble abode, and catch up on French fashion magazines, drink my tea and mind my business. But a blast from the past, the most gruesome of ghost decided that day he would come around haunting. I speak of none other than the naked man. If you would like to know about the naked man, you can get you a piece of that thrilling tale here. Its way to dreadful to retell.