they aren't really related, but for some reason they are both floating about in my head right now.
ghetto rosters and chickens running, free range in my/our/the neighborhood.
color. that what they are. flavor. i often wonder about their flavor....
as for the pictures. there are the truly happy ones, the fake smiles, sexy self pics (my fav, oh yeah so hot...humph), the list goes on and on.... i like to be a photo stalker. the creepy friend who catches you at odd times with a pic.
oh nothing like a bike ride to get the mind going in the morning.
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