Have you ever wondered what happened to the five little ducks who went swimming one day, over the hill and far away? Or even how that Mummy duck felt when finally only one little duck came back? No. I haven’t either. Until now that is. I now know that two of those goddamn little ducks ended up in our garage.
Drizzle – everyone hates it unless it’s flavoured with oranges or lemons. Continue reading “Drizzle”
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