Vue interieur d'une ejac

I cut my hand, I'm too dainty for that.

Then when we finally got to the stand, we were ranked sad horses.

By the time the horse ride was over, we'd be sober enough to get back in the car and go back to America.

And this was the ritual we did over and over and over.

We had it like clockwork. Must have been like 30 times we bought cake, 30 different mangoes.