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January 4, 2008

savage

A barroom favorite, Savage, showing off some tattoos.

Probably not much better than billy showing her stuff.

5 Comments

  1. It wasn’t nauseating until I clicked on the picture and got a good close-up look at that face. Yeeeech!

    Comment by Lyle_s — January 4, 2008 @ 7:31 pm

  2. i did the same thing last night. after which i had trouble sleeping.

    i’d rather look at a man’s va-jay-jay.

    Comment by donny laundry — January 5, 2008 @ 12:25 pm

  3. WOW! can you just put up some art or nudie images of any woman that more than one other person wants to see or at least won’t be haunted by seeing naked?

    you can’t keep doing this to people.

    Comment by girl with the glass eye — January 7, 2008 @ 6:52 pm

  4. what the fuck is this garbage,,,,,,,,,,how dare you exploit NH any further, you should be ashamed to step foot on the land you go #2 on , I ban you ,,,,,,,you !!!!!!you are in exile my deer, I have officially have started the paper work w/Deacon Moore, upon recieving your inditement your people will be shot in such a way, it would make even Jo carter cry robbie crowl as well,

    so stop double bribblin ya lips and speak from ya dick yo mtv craps

    Comment by mr, pooperlooper — January 17, 2008 @ 8:21 pm

  5. mr pooperlooper, thank you for taking the time to comment. I found your other comment in the contact section, and moved it here. thank you again.

    mr.pooperlooper said,

    “i was fucking my mother with a cheeze grater and was able to think about my appetite for complete mayhem.
    cheddar cheese on my chunky chubby makes my puppy happpy

    It all started out on tommitty hill in providence RI, I was living in navy housing, while my stepfather was ashore he ran guns out of the house when he left for sea my mother would fuck other guys and sell weed, at least i recognized the smell as metaphorical time traveling transmitter, The summers were hot and the city would open up the fire hydrants to get all who was hot,,,,,,,,,cool, I was the only white kid on the block, they ( the african americans) thought it would be funny to fill up a trash can with water,stick me in it then sit on the lid,. laughing, i had my lips so close to the top of the can, that i can honestly say that was the closest I have ever been to a black ass,1-116-08 “

    Comment by Rolston — January 19, 2008 @ 8:44 am

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