Baby, I feel like I been cat-grooming a fuckin Snatchsquatch. I got hot towels, a basin of hot water, clippers and a razor. Spread em. I’m killing that fuckin thing.
Baby, I feel like I been cat-grooming a fuckin Snatchsquatch. I got hot towels, a basin of hot water, clippers and a razor. Spread em. I’m killing that fuckin thing.
Just to have thought about taking that picture is absolutely awesome. That’s a piece of art that I would hang in my home, and I’m a damn diesel mechanic. So well done.
Also Sprach Zarathustra. (Thus Spake Zarathustra) very overused, but one of the greatest pieces of music in all of history.
The war on drugs took the crack dealer off the corner, but built a pharmacy and a pain clinic where he used to hang out.
O, what dark times… When passing ruffians can say “Ni!” …at will, to old ladies.
This is why I keep jigs and three walleye plugs in my first aid box: a floater, a deep diver and a suspender. Threw all that other bullshit out so I could also fit my brush rod in there, too.
Stupid cunt. Throw that piss-jug on the bonfire like a normal fuckin human being… shit…
Your sweet ass has about the same integrity as all the other bullshit I see (and sometimes even read) every motherfuckin day on this Internet we find one another on… Source verified as original by way of alcohol.
Nice fuckin job, eh…