Running with nice people (3)
And from that day on the group was deeply afraid of dirt and mud and happily ran on boring asphalt ways ever after.
And from that day on the group was deeply afraid of dirt and mud and happily ran on boring asphalt ways ever after.
Those weird days when I can listen to Blood for Blood’s “Some kind of hate” without starting to laugh at all that pathos… it was only predictable that not only my mood, but also I myself would end up in the snow.