CHIEF NOSE WETTER'S SARCASM DERIVED THROUGH THE BOTTOM OF A GLASS
looks like the kid on the hood is about to get squashed.
I grew up east of Cleveland. Home was so close to Lake Erie, you could easily walk to the shore. There was a crap park where we hung out in, throughout high school. Few miles farther east. There were so many beer cans and Boone Farm bottles everywhere, you thought you were at a recycling center. Good times.
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