Stick em where the sun don't shine
It was a cold, dark and restless night. A damp mist hung in the air. The lifeless milky cloud mixed gently with the January breeze, swaying back and forth, up and around when suddenly out of it emerged Jonas Voss to submit two more Blogstickers and thus earn himself his own named collection. The End.
It was a cold, dark and restless night. A damp mist hung in the air. The lifeless milky cloud mixed gently with the January breeze, swaying back and forth, up and around when suddenly out of it emerged Jonas Voss to submit two more Blogstickers and thus earn himself his own named collection. The End.