geert was there where the hobo's stack their matresses for a night on the street on top of a bus stop, and as the hollies sang :
Bus stop, wet day
She's there I say
Please share my umbrella
Bus stop, bus go, she stays, love grows
Under my umbrella
All that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine
That umbrella we employed it
By August she was mine
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Seen Worse
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wim commented on 09.23.09
you can come and scratch my back, kara
Kara commented on 09.21.09
If you look closely, I think you can actually see the fleas jumping from mat to mat.