An Americana's Life in Italy
Poor Bastard
This poor bastard had to take a jarring ride from Pelham Bay to Buhre Avenue before it was intelligent enought to fly away. The doors closed before it could finish picking through the blunt on the newspaper. I hope it found its friends quickly.
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Anonymous said...
Awww poor baby!
I mean the subway trains SMELL ;-)
8:32 AM
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1 comment:
Awww poor baby!
I mean the subway trains SMELL ;-)
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