Kind of looks like you just caught him trying to shoplift a pint of bourbon for his old man, so just to spite you, he crapped a mean pile in his pants, doesn't it? You may see him and other painted horrors lurking behind a row of trash cans at 312 E 9th Street, NYC.
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I just found my next tattoo, this will work great on my chest next to the one of a drunken Al Lewis punching a hooker.
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