Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Late Night Next Door to Chocolate Bar
The sleeping homeless guy on the street I can deal with, but a yuppie chocolate bar on Seventh Street? There goes the fucking neighborhood!!
Just fitting that they're right next door to a funeral home: their clientele are a living dead anyway; if not, they can choke on those chocolates and die.
That's not Jewels. See that belly? He doesn't have a gut like that. How about how tatted up the right forearm is. Totally not Jewels. I would guess Biker Bill if I had to.Post a Comment
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