Imagine you’re able to travel two weeks with a bunch of people only to reach a mysterious destination.
I guess since I’m thirteen I’m growing facial hair. After being the proud owner of a fuzz beard my beard styles changed with my age and especially the seasons.
There’s nothing better than driving a new Ford Galaxy through South England’s countryside.
Sometimes in life, especially me, you have crackpot ideas. Ideas that are mostly totally stupid but nevertheless make life worth living. If you’re on first-name terms with fortune your crackpot ideas work like clockwork and you’re able to leave the boxing ring called life with a black eye. Maybe you’re scarred but you’re grinning like a Cheshire cat and you’re friends bandy that you have grande cojones.