The compound is under construction. Gathering enough plywood, galvanized tin and used trailers takes time, not to mention stockpiling all the shotgun ammo, canned goods and bourbon.
Heck yea he wants to make an easy $20, he is still making payments on those silver buckle shoes.Doc
Holy cow, that's like an 11 on the sad scale.
Man, that kid's head looks like a deflated balloon.
That really fucking creeped me out. Can I say that? Creeped?
Hey, that's my date and me from Saturday night! Where'd you get that photo, Bubs?
Beth, your intriguigingly complex role-playing games are none of my business...and I never give up a snitch.Dale, please do. I'm shooting for that elusive NC-17 ++ rating!Beckeye, I think that's the consumption. THey're obviously on the deck of a ship, the kid was probably sent off to take the sea air. Kirby, maybe. I bet I can find something to dial it up to "12"Doc, just like so many other kids who find themselves turning clown tricks for buckle money. It's sad.
Oh, man."Turning Clown Tricks For Buckle Money"I must buy this album, whether or not it exists.
"Looking for Buckle Money" is going on my tombstone,you crazy bastard!DocP.S. I love being the first one to get in on your crazy posts. It makes me feel all "madcap" and stuff.
Dude, you are one sick fuck. That's why I love you.
Both of these dudes look heavily medicated. Perhaps by a nerve tonic sold at the next stall over...
Frank, you're right. Lulu, awwww. Heck.Doc, glad to oblige!Splotchy, I looked into the pedigree of this photo. It looks like it might be an outtake from "Interview With A Vampire: The Vaudeville Years"
Dude, enough with the fuckin' clowns! Gawd, you're givin' me a case of the shudders with the onset symptoms of freakout-itis.
W.P, sorry, it's what I do.
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Heck yea he wants to make an easy $20, he is still making payments on those silver buckle shoes.
Doc
Holy cow, that's like an 11 on the sad scale.
Man, that kid's head looks like a deflated balloon.
That really fucking creeped me out. Can I say that? Creeped?
Hey, that's my date and me from Saturday night! Where'd you get that photo, Bubs?
Beth, your intriguigingly complex role-playing games are none of my business...and I never give up a snitch.
Dale, please do. I'm shooting for that elusive NC-17 ++ rating!
Beckeye, I think that's the consumption. THey're obviously on the deck of a ship, the kid was probably sent off to take the sea air.
Kirby, maybe. I bet I can find something to dial it up to "12"
Doc, just like so many other kids who find themselves turning clown tricks for buckle money. It's sad.
Oh, man.
"Turning Clown Tricks For Buckle Money"
I must buy this album, whether or not it exists.
"Looking for Buckle Money" is going on my tombstone,
you crazy bastard!
Doc
P.S. I love being the first one to get in on your crazy posts. It makes me feel all "madcap" and stuff.
Dude, you are one sick fuck. That's why I love you.
Both of these dudes look heavily medicated. Perhaps by a nerve tonic sold at the next stall over...
Frank, you're right.
Lulu, awwww. Heck.
Doc, glad to oblige!
Splotchy, I looked into the pedigree of this photo. It looks like it might be an outtake from "Interview With A Vampire: The Vaudeville Years"
Dude, enough with the fuckin' clowns! Gawd, you're givin' me a case of the shudders with the onset symptoms of freakout-itis.
W.P, sorry, it's what I do.
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