Eat shit, Buddha
Maybe it’s the residual bourbon still coursing through my veins, but I don’t see logic or utility in the scalloping of this toilet mouth I subsequently besmirched at former speakeasy Wilson & Wilson Private Detective Agency in San Francisco.
What I DO see is Buddha’s laughing face.
See what I mean?
Go into my head and come back out, then tell me I’m wrong.
weird side of you really.