In my head I’m constantly “evil-golf-laughing”.
I tip my head back. Let my shoulders drop down and back as my hands float up at the wrists. Then I cackle manically without sound.
And I can’t stop. No matter how much I try.
In my head I’m constantly “evil-golf-laughing”.
I tip my head back. Let my shoulders drop down and back as my hands float up at the wrists. Then I cackle manically without sound.
And I can’t stop. No matter how much I try.