It's cold as walrus shit in the northeast right now, im wearing plastic bags as socks because mine feel like someone jerked into them. It all became ok when met this babe on a streeet corner the other night. 5 oclock and she was still shredding. Her name is Pee Wee. Believe it. She went on to tell us that she owns/lives in the record store in front of us and then rigged open the door in a true junkie fashion. Raging occured, im pretty sure there were only a couple things still standing on the shelves within a few minutes, pee wee would only laugh and cheer at the small fortune in damages, which makes me wonder where she actually lived. By the way, 100 bucks to whoever bangs her first with proof. Welp, a boot flew through the window and we were outta there. Speaking of boots, we got the boot from Canada today as well.. Apparently they only let terrorists in canada now. Deal with the blurry pics for now, it sets the tone well anyways.. Go Handle.
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