I sure hate it that if you even bump or slightly touch the submit button it immediately posts your unfinished comment.
its your day. i dont have many places to say this, but ive been counting down the minutes until i could
happy birthday to you connor
My brother and I lost our father at a very young age. We would visit our Aunt and Uncle in the country few times a year. I was 14 years old that summer. I then realized why. One afternoon I found my mom and uncle in the barn. They were in the hay loft. Mom was giving out those adult moaning sounds.
