Well happy birthday to Clint indeed. What better occasion to recall the way you always fell asleep on David's knee? This was the night he dreamt up his scheme - to be discovered in Found Magazine - and began a campaign, littering thousands of copies of his portfolio all over the sidewalks and parks of America.
Shorts: They are not pleated. I think they are not acid-washed either, but stupid faded (isn't acid washed where there are all the splotches, whereas those shorts are all that embarrassing splotch color?). But this is like defending a mass murder by claiming the body count was exaggerated by 2%.
A kick-ass ensemble in any case. In the 90's I made every day look like laundry day. And the Timberlands, which were replaced by identical Timberlands every couple years after my pronation had long since removed half the sole. It was a simpler time.
The thing that scares me is I have no recollection of this scene. What the fuck is on my lap, and and what the fuck is on my arm? Is it a brace or a sock puppet? A glorious combination of the two?
Is that some sort of glass-blowing sleeve of jennifer's your are wearing? You are wearing a tie--that is what is in your lap. Is this Jim's going away party? Where I threw a pie in his face? Perhaps I overstated your jeans, but you did rock the laundry day look--and I never did laundry. I still have an wear that shirt.
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Oh Shit. I got to try and keep my woman away from a scanner!
Is Kalb wearing pleated Jean shorts?
Pleated, acid washed, jean shorts. That's all he had. Check my jeans out--high-waters. I look like Huck Finn.
Well happy birthday to Clint indeed. What better occasion to recall the way you always fell asleep on David's knee? This was the night he dreamt up his scheme - to be discovered in Found Magazine - and began a campaign, littering thousands of copies of his portfolio all over the sidewalks and parks of America.
Shorts: They are not pleated. I think they are not acid-washed either, but stupid faded (isn't acid washed where there are all the splotches, whereas those shorts are all that embarrassing splotch color?). But this is like defending a mass murder by claiming the body count was exaggerated by 2%.
A kick-ass ensemble in any case. In the 90's I made every day look like laundry day. And the Timberlands, which were replaced by identical Timberlands every couple years after my pronation had long since removed half the sole. It was a simpler time.
The thing that scares me is I have no recollection of this scene. What the fuck is on my lap, and and what the fuck is on my arm? Is it a brace or a sock puppet? A glorious combination of the two?
Is that some sort of glass-blowing sleeve of jennifer's your are wearing? You are wearing a tie--that is what is in your lap. Is this Jim's going away party? Where I threw a pie in his face? Perhaps I overstated your jeans, but you did rock the laundry day look--and I never did laundry. I still have an wear that shirt.
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