I hate these suicidal poets who are pushing mid-30s and dress like tampons just so they can maybe sneak up a drunk student's gash.Comments/Enlarge |
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I wish I could tell you whether or not this Venice Beach Robocop’s legs were going “kzzzzzzzt kzzzzzzzt kzzzzzzzt kzzzzzzzt” with each step, but it was hard to hear over the sound of my mouth going “Haaaaa Haaaa Haaaa Haaaa.”Comments/Enlarge |
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