I hate summer. I know, and I’m sorry. But there is nothing magical to me about sweating profusely while glaring sun beats down on my head. Give… Read more “Three Floyds Blot Out the Sun”
I hate summer. I know, and I’m sorry. But there is nothing magical to me about sweating profusely while glaring sun beats down on my head. Give… Read more “Three Floyds Blot Out the Sun”