Travel Jokes

TO be upset over what you don't have..... is to waste what you do have. ~~~ Ken Keyes, Jr Handbook to Higher Conciousness

Monday, March 31, 2014

What a Medicine Shop Was Meant to Be.

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Replied emma shook her shotgun.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

V I A G R A For the Best Price. $1.23/pill...

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