Pedal pushers, bobby socks, and those fold-up bikes you can fit in your hallway are fucking lame until some ex-architect with a penchant for violence gives so little of a shit what I think I have to rethink the whole thing.
Like the proverbial girl who won't shut her yap about how to give a blowjob, reading a freshman-year philosophy book in public is the surest sign of a man who knows less about life than an Australian Chili Peppers aficionado. KOMMENTARE/VERGR÷SSERN ALLE SEHEN
