
It could gab its own head off, if it wasn’t only head.

It could gab its own head off, if it wasn’t only head.

Everybody has a hole, in their soul, in their face, everywhere. And you can’t be whole with a hole.

Nobody knows what it is, not even you.

Trondar wants to get to know you, the real you.

Sally Eyesmith isn’t just a pretty face, she’s also a chartered accountant.

Is this what a turtle look like?