Topic: сандвич мейкъри

The sign at the limits within the town of Tintagel has slid by as I awaken from my rest. Aware of a pain in my neck, I come fully awake. Towards the gym as after we have been driving forever. I roll my head to stretch my muscles and glance inside my watch. Our last food stop was over five hours in. I am hungry and now would welcome the utilization of a portable toilet. Through the misted van windows it appears that the only choice have got is no matter whether chip wagon or no lunch. What's Sall...