Basically I was caught red handed, and it made me realise my fears of puting out the trash while that guy might be out there were justified after all. The moral of the story is , fears are often justified. From now on I trust my fears
― mike hanle y, Friday, 8 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― jel, Friday, 8 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― kevin enas, Friday, 8 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Jonnie, Friday, 8 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― ethan, Friday, 8 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ally C, Friday, 8 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Tadeusz Suchodolski, Friday, 8 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― mike hanle y, Saturday, 9 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― goeff, Saturday, 9 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)