ominously perched at your threshold?
(a free knife for me, that's what.)
Glen Powell at THE RUNNING MAN Paris Premiere
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We are in Paris. Glen Powell is in Paris. We simply must meet up for an
espresso, mustn’t we? Glen, call us. In the meantime, we’re going to let
you know...
9 comments:
I'd move honey.
How . . . odd.
Cah-ree-pee!!
voodoo.
I found two Barbie dolls in my driveway once. This seems sort of worse.
I have no idea; but it looks like it was meant to shake you up. I know it would do so for me.
see my blog, someone just left kabuki a giant clamshell. people are wierd, huh?
you need doorways without mouldings.
Nothing to report here but someone left a bag of dogshit on my neighbour's lawn.
what a handy gift.
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