Lesson Learned

Never have a damned hippy as your spokesperson.

With their unruly hair, mexican poncho, pieces of flare from who knows where, mexican mustaches, a showstrong for a belt, tight tight pants that still sag, shoes that look and prolly smell like utumno.



Photobucket

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

ok that's not very nice. I like peace and love and all that jazz and I havn't washed my hair in eight days. Muahahahaha