When I lived alone, I used to come home from a night of synthpop clubbing ("nnn-tsss, nnn-tss") and fix myself a mustard-on-toast sandwich. Then I'd sit on my inflatable couch to eat it.
I hear your clubbing beat, Glendon! I too love a good non-stop drum and bass......which is probabaly the reason why the old watermelon is no more.
A picture being worth a thousand words, combined with that title, priceless.I am laughing my...I am laughing a long time.
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