One part mid-twenties boy, one part Apple obsession, three parts sarcasm. Shake and served over cubed ice.
11.22.2005
My very own cobbler
I feel like I'm living in old world England when I say that I have myself a cobbler but today I visited the cobbler down the road from me to get my favorite pair of shoes fixed. On Saturday they will be done and I will once again be happy.
Whenever after Saturday Lord Beener.
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