Love and ice weasels

Good or bad, it’s never dull.

I love you, sweetie.


 
 
 

One Response to “Love and ice weasels”

  1. Moley
    8. January 2007 at 19:00

    “Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra when suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.”

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