Sunday, June 12
I sure know how to pick'em.
This is how it is: I complain about him not coming knocking on my door, he sings 'Knocking on heavens door'. I guess heaven is somewhere else than Gävle. Apparently he can't keep his hands of his dick while performing either. I played the lottery on Saturday and only got two numbers right: 11 and 26. Well, there hasn't been any visitors from Poland on my blog for weeks either, so I guess that says it all.