UB boy sets his brains on deduction again and tries to make sense of it all. Another number on either side of the equation he has to take into account.
Ne soyez pas si ironIQue
The bloody sun shines bright, the awful sky is white. World turns black, world turns white, nor does it shine at night. Keep on buttering the loo, for I've so much to do. If I just only knew there would be something new. Oh how I'm aware I must change my hair. But no energy there to come out of my chair.