Been there, done that. Fond memories of advertising/bragging.
But didn’t realize it would leave streaks. In Dad’s car.
He was in for a surprise the next cold day when he went out to warm up the car before work and the message magically half-reappeared.
Realized we were being loud.
Didn’t realize we’d fucked the bed across the room.
She has a thing for flashing me on escalators. It’s getting so that she doesn’t even wait for them to be empty anymore! There were people all around us!
Happy Flash Friday!
Almost “quittin’ time” here in Mysteryville for the week.
Seems like that Flash Friday pic might be in order soon to ring in the weekend right… don’t you think?
A slip of the slip to start Flash Friday?