READING PETER BAGGE JUST MAKES ME WANNA DRAW DUDES. HE HAS A PENCHANT FOR MAKING SLIMY, GREASY, DEAD-BEAT SLACKERS SEEM PRETTY COOL. GROWING UP IN VIRGINIA BEACH I SAW A LOT OF WEIRD DUDES, NOT UNLIKE THE ONE BELOW AND IF YOU DECIDE YOU WANT TO PAY A VISIT, WE'LL HANG OUT WITH MY PARENTS, EAT SOME BARBEQUE, GO FISHING, AND COUNT THE NUMBER OF WEIRD MULLETS OR GROSSLY SUNBURNT BODIES AND LAUGH TOGETHER INSIDE.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
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