Unless that's... no, it can't be...
Heading to the Bunny Ranch filled with nothing but small-town hopes and big-city dreams. Along with a 20 that he glued to his head.
Lose the shoes and maybe we'll talk.
Never startle a Sasquatch, you'll be eaten. Also they get a bit gassing when they're attacking people. This is also not pleasant.
If there was such a thing as a fairy god-mother of crack this would be it. And apparently someone followed her home.
And to think, I just wanted a G.I. Joe party when I was that age, who knew "tranny" was in the mix!
Any idea which aisle has the eye drops? Cotton swabs? SOMETHING to clean out my brain?