"Can you believe the chicks, Timothy?" Brandon goads me. "It's like a buffet."
I tune my guitar on the little box stage and survey the living room of the frat house packed with bodies. "We'
"Can you believe the chicks, Timothy?" Brandon goads me. "It's like a buffet."
I tune my guitar on the little box stage and survey the living room of the frat house packed with bodies. "We'