The case of the royal body double
And why is Richard Simmons death click-baiting me.
G’day, mates!
I’ve returned from my travels about the isle of Manhattan. I went to a friend’s birthday party on Monday and had hot pot for the first time. A meal that really drove home the point that I have the delicate sensibilities of an ailing Victorian child who faints at the sight of chili peppers. I have the whitest toleran…
