I once loved the bonny tone of the pipes on a cold sunny morning. The sound wafting through the trees, through the tents. Ah, Mornings at Fair.
This is why people hate pipes. And it takes two of them to sound this bad.
It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.
I once loved the bonny tone of the pipes on a cold sunny morning. The sound wafting through the trees, through the tents. Ah, Mornings at Fair.
This is why people hate pipes. And it takes two of them to sound this bad.
1 comment:
wow.
all i can say is that the guy on the right must have a very sore neck.
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