I thought I was in love, but it was only a head cold." (Humans) — Robert Emmett, Meowing on the Answering Machine
I thought I was in love, but it was only a head cold." (Humans) — Robert Emmett, Meowing on the Answering Machine
I thought I was in love, but it was only a head cold." (Humans) — Robert Emmett, Meowing on the Answering Machine
I thought I was in love, but it was only a head cold." (Humans) — Robert Emmett, Meowing on the Answering Machine
I thought I was in love, but it was only a head cold." (Humans) — Robert Emmett, Meowing on the Answering Machine
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I thought I was in love, but it was only a head cold." (Humans)

— Robert Emmett, Meowing on the Answering Machine
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