Close your legs you fat miserable barbarian.
It smells like Arthur Treacher's trash can.
Crazy dude, wears the same thing everyday.
Down to the socks. Not kidding.
The next day, told you I wasn't kidding.
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3 comments:
The picture behind the chinaman is suite
oh yeah that's maria the lady who smoked so much they amputated like 8 fingers
Sometimes I wish I could take the subway ... most times, I don't, though.
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