Sunday, November 20, 2011

Now, Let Me Get This Straight

You were walking down the street minding your own business and Steve McQueen walks up to you and asks you for your autograph. You tell him he is welcome to it if he will give you directions to the nearest willing sugar mama. And so he gave you my address?

You know, of course, that my mouth is this way permanently?

Courtesy of Negative Pleasure 2

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