Remember all those soul-deadening jobs where they’d make you wear some stained-up secondhand workshirt that came down to your knees and how hard you’d try to cool up the periphery in case you ran into anybody you knew? I wonder if that’s why punk and goth girls always cram so much shit on their necks and arms.Comments/Enlarge |
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How hard would it be to have a bad trip around these two? You could get off a train in Nazi Germany and they’d be like, “Yeah, it kind of sucks here, but we know a couple spots.” I bet they even smell laid back.Comments/Enlarge |
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