| torstaina, kesäkuuta 22, 2006 |
| „Kiss my shades, ohhhhh, |
Hand in glove
The sun shines out of our behinds
Yes, we may be hidden by rags
But we've something they'll never have
And if the people stare
Then the people stare
Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care
But I know my luck too well
Yes, I know my luck too well
And I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again.“
En ykkur sé ég, og sum aftur. Aldísi og Jóhann og Helga á morgun og Dylan í næstu viku. Á föstudaginn fann ég sólgleraugun mín eftir mánaðarleit, og á laugardaginn fann heymæðin hans pabba mig. Pant að finnist upp ofnæmisvarin sólgleraugu. |
Erla Elíasdóttir @ 7:29 ip.  |
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