Current Blogs: CUM FIESTA was absolutely wretched that night, with a massive storm raging across the entire Eastern Ranges. Karl jumped out of his custom F450, and cast a grudgingly appreciative eye over the clean cut lines of a very nicely decked out HSV Commodore sitting in the driveway that he assumed was the new boyfriend's.
Diana's little rice burner and their parents nicely conservative station wagon made the house look like the beginnings of a sale yard. He tromped up to the front door and hit the buzzer, shaking the rain out of his jacket as he did so
