It doesn't matter if you've read Brecht, Kant or friggin Socrates.** Nobody** questions the Hippy.
That much I've learned.
And I am bound to get my teeth kicked in by the said sad fuck from the land of skin cancer and most venomous fauna known to man, but I consider it unavoidable.
Hippy could also tell his mum she could do a better job rimming me the next time she comes begging for more food stamps.
That much I've learned.
And I am bound to get my teeth kicked in by the said sad fuck from the land of skin cancer and most venomous fauna known to man, but I consider it unavoidable.
Hippy could also tell his mum she could do a better job rimming me the next time she comes begging for more food stamps.