In what can only be described as a horrible oversight, I don't get to ride on the unicorn bus.
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3 comments:
don't they know who you are? i mean seriously!
Someone should be fired. Unacceptable.
Best,
B&B
my dudes in 2 Skinnee J's had two RV's on their tour, named "Dolphin" and "Unicorn".
no cute sticker, though.
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