
If my nana is watching from the afterlife, she's gotta be pretty ticked off at me right now. I'm down here converting the gracious beachfront Victorian she left me into a tattoo studio right on Sizzle Beach. She might even be as aggravated as the new lifeguard patrolling my stretch of beach seems to be.
Every time I turn around, Wade Elagado is there with his stern frowns and bossy lectures. He thinks I need a minder to keep me out of trouble. I think if he's serious, then he'd better bring a paddle.
I've never been good at following rules, and I sure don't plan to start now.
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