There is always that thing that happens.
The lights are red when you are in a hurry, it rains on the day you leave your umbrella on the bus, your pen explodes onto your favorite shirt.
Who was Murphy? Can you imagine this as your legacy? Sad.
There is always that thing that happens.
The lights are red when you are in a hurry, it rains on the day you leave your umbrella on the bus, your pen explodes onto your favorite shirt.
Who was Murphy? Can you imagine this as your legacy? Sad.