Читать книгу ‘Knocked out by my nunga-nungas.’ - Louise Rennison - Страница 40

I’d go out but there is nothing to look at. It just goes trees, trees, water, hill, trees, trees, Jock McTavish, Jock McTavish. What is the point of that?

On the plus side, I am going out with a SEX GOD!