My brush with literary greatness…
I parked behind Ursula K. LeGuin’s Volvo last night. Right up on its ass back bumper.
And I think I may have seen her shadow through a stained-glass window. I wonder if it was the bathroom?
That’d be hawt.
I parked behind Ursula K. LeGuin’s Volvo last night. Right up on its ass back bumper.
And I think I may have seen her shadow through a stained-glass window. I wonder if it was the bathroom?
That’d be hawt.