Ah. What Can I say? Dirty little(?) deeds, awesome stories. Tales of a bastard. Who always wasn't like this.
Thursday, 4 September 2008
My english breakfast!
Nothing better to cheer me up in the mornings than good, piping hot English breakfast, would have been nice, if I could have gotten some bacon and sausages and cornflakes with cold milk. But what the hell, you can't have everything now can you. Maybe some other time.