tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803403559331339328.post1531400809987852364..comments2023-10-07T07:28:14.876-07:00Comments on The Gullet of my Mind: Day 85/366Rohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13563496961336591109noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803403559331339328.post-73060669338856454492012-03-26T06:58:10.502-07:002012-03-26T06:58:10.502-07:00I still remember I used to cry for football studs....I still remember I used to cry for football studs. But whenever I used to play on grass, never felt like wearing it. Ah the memories, jaw dropping thoughts. Feeling gooodie good. ^^Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803403559331339328.post-60065618887555811892012-03-25T21:24:05.325-07:002012-03-25T21:24:05.325-07:00Hmmmm. Lovely thoughts. Somehow barefoot screams D...Hmmmm. Lovely thoughts. Somehow barefoot screams DIRTY for me.<br /><br />Joy always,<br />SusanS. Susan Deborahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08885957854901839400noreply@blogger.com