We don’t always steal a cardboard cutout of the most interesting man in the world.
But when we do, it’s from Dylan’s neighbors garage.
The thing has been staring at me for the past two years every time I drove by late at night. All it took was a little name calling and the promise of the coolest story ever.
I apologize for calling you ball-less bitch.
I apologize for shoving your words down your throat faster than my dick. AYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!