Something about the combination of muscular skinhead thug and delicately flavored rabbit tagliatelle in a beautiful back garden in Rome is making me ask myself that age-old question again: Am I a fag?Comments/Enlarge |
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I don’t care if it’s a reconnaissance mission on that old guy’s dog pen across the crik or just foraging the couch cushions for spent Oreos, whatever this afternoon’s adventure is, I’m in.Comments/Enlarge |
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