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- Warbled
- My desk has descended into madness...
- Maine's forgotten son returns
- For those in need of strength today.
- A done deal & a new idea
- And suddenly everything changed.
- Crazy Indians made even crazier...
- Tarnation at large
- Colors of home
- To 'tash or not to 'tash, that is the question
- Una dia con mi amigo
- Why am I doing this again?
- Unexpectedly inspired and kicked in the gut
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About me
- Clyde
- Wandered away from a homeland that I never got along with. Wandered into the old world, with mixed results. Still have the urge for something new, but not to wander. Not anymore.
4 kommentarer:
Sweet baby Jesus, you must keep it. Tash, tash, tash, tash, tash, tash, tash and tash.
Curses to the razor you used to shave it off with. How long will it take to grow it back? That's the only thing you need to worry about henceforth – focus your Chi to your upper lip, implant hair plugs from your arse, fuck – snort Rogaine if you have to. Just grow it back.
So to answer your question – tash. Tash like there is no tomorrow my son.
It goes. Adds 10 years to your age.
/Em
Keep the stache J-string. You will need it for the cold Maine winter.
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