lundi 23 février 2009
The Flirt Between The Jam & The Sleeve
Jam is a permanent threat for white sleeves wearers, like me, in early morning.
The coldness of this picture makes me dream about strange surgery. A breakfast anatomy.
I prefer thousands lipstick marks on ma collar than one stain of jam.
And it's not Marky Mark who will disagree.
Publié par B.A. à 05:05