Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Stoop 110 in Little Bogota

Gaughan is as temperamental as any, though he seems to have brief periods of lucidity.



The meaning of life?  All boils down to one thing: my index finger.

Ju bassars!  Ru-Ju es sumbeech!


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