Wednesday, June 3, 2009

His influence is spreading like wildfire



I can no longer hide in my own city.

3 comments:

  1. All according to his plans.
    The twin bongs of waste will soon block out the sun.

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  2. He sells primo bud in the alley behind...

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  3. *makes you moon me so I can remember you*

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