Okay, so it's easy to tell which guy is real, but did you notice the booze too?
Yeah, dude is freaking awsome. Chalk. Who knew?
But who the hell makes a living that way?
Now that's talent. Lucky bastard.
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4 comments:
those are cool
happy birthday whenever it is
Thanks, thanks. There's plenty more of this shit on his site too. It's all great.
I go away and you start posting regularly. I see how you are.
Happy belated birthday.
The only cure I know for insomnia is to run yourself exhausted and sleep for 16 hours after that.
You're too young to suffer from it.
Well now you know my secret . . . don't tell.
I've done that too and, if I do make it through the night, I wake up miserable and exhausted because I slept too much.
There is no gray area.
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