Tagged: Friday August 19, 2011 Man is Friday’s best friend. All week we wait by the door, whining and howling, and when it finally arrives, we pounce on it and lick its face until we pass out. And when Friday leaves, we miss it terribly, crouching pathetically by the door, whining and howling, awaiting its return.
August 19, 2011 Man is Friday’s best friend. All week we wait by the door, whining and howling, and when it finally arrives, we pounce on it and lick its face until we pass out. And when Friday leaves, we miss it terribly, crouching pathetically by the door, whining and howling, awaiting its return.
i am jason reynolds 