It’s Sunday, and once again the weather is dictating our activities. It may be difficult to go out into the coolth (opp. of warmth) when there’s football on TV. One thing that you can be assured of is that there will always be Slinks sitting right here, waiting to take you away. They’re all lined up below, smack down the middle, in alpha-archaic order.
Girls who play with knives (Thanks Ken)