I don't have the time or piece/peace of mind at this CURRENT juncture.
Rest assured, the gutters have been home to the cheese. I reek. PPPPPPPPPP-EWWWWWW, you gross motherfucker.
Great pictures, tons of funny and fucking potent stories. A tear, perhaps, if you have a heart (Crybaby Walker'll give me one...just one...). Yet if I take a second and look, in the mosaic of life, I'm forming something from magic. How do you put a price tag on this shit????
Don't worry, I'll call Howard. See you tomorrow SF. Hi OC. Ugh... :)
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