Twisted Reflection

Wandering around .. out here in the wild.
Cold, shivering, starving, ratty hair, covered in mud and lost.
Rags wrapped around feat for shoes and I'm pretty sure I could detect the smell of cheap wine.

Folks, this is what happens when your parents tie a pork chop around your neck and then send you out to play with the dogs as a child. ... click to see

Oh my..wait.. wrong link..I could have sworn that was for...errrmm.. .. oh, well hell ... sorry misfire !! .."ehem".. bwaha .. well, it looks like we do have another stray alt blogger though.
Welcome to the party hun.

Sans pork chop that is.

Regards
Savage
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