Dead end streets are where we dance. Dead end streets where our stories are told. No matter how hard we struggle & strive, we won’t get out of this world alive. So let’s just keep dancing, singing, drinking, smoking, buddy. Just keeping on!
ay, Fritsch, life is a dead end street after all, and so we live and love in those streets, we struggle and strive and fight and fuck our way through them, ay, Fritsch, life is a dead end street, buddy!
haha, ay, Bubbles, hvem liker vel ikke sol og sommer, baby? og på Vestkysten soler det akkurat nok nå til at halvgamle Kaptein K bør eh male terrassen eller noe *sukk* 😀
Dead end streets are where we dance. Dead end streets where our stories are told. No matter how hard we struggle & strive, we won’t get out of this world alive. So let’s just keep dancing, singing, drinking, smoking, buddy. Just keeping on!
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
ay, Fritsch, life is a dead end street after all, and so we live and love in those streets, we struggle and strive and fight and fuck our way through them, ay, Fritsch, life is a dead end street, buddy!
stay in the saddle, pal!
Hepp!
Bilder med glede i 🙂
Marieklem
ayayay, Marie, oooh ja, laurdag var ein fin dag med mykje glede!
(men så bar det attende til kjøttkverna med ein gong 😀 )
Hepp, oooooog klem på deg og!
Ah! Sommer, altså! Blå himmel og bare legger. We like! 😀
Og ha en fortsatt god én! (Ikke drukne bort i mellomtida….)
haha, ay, Bubbles, hvem liker vel ikke sol og sommer, baby? og på Vestkysten soler det akkurat nok nå til at halvgamle Kaptein K bør eh male terrassen eller noe *sukk* 😀
Hepp!