… he used to say leaving the bars 30-odd years ago, and in a way, it was still true.

Apparently, this keyboard needed a bug fix …

… this blondie wouldn’t have so much wind in the hair every time the gardener came around.

I’m just enjoying a Swiss bird and her chocolate for a while 😉

Cheesy love confessions tend to at least reek with joy!

“Like a moth to a flame”, the paparazzi wrote. How degrading.

The sun was trying hard to penetrate the fog after I had asked it not to go down on me.

I looked really mad, but at least I was nowhere near a horse’s ass.

That is, I am trying to get some inspiration, in the real sense of the word.

…but this photo is!