So, I'm in Boston....

His kid was killed by a drunk driver. You're a drunk. It's pretty easy to figure out.

Just don't fuck with his dog. He loves his dog.

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More power to ya!
 
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From the blog "Boston, You're My Home": Bitches + tats + Boston + Pickles... what are the odds? I should buy a lottery ticket today.
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For a fun time go to Dorchester wearing an Eli Manning jersey with a Yankees hat. They'll love your wicked smaht sense of humor. Probably buy you a few rounds....and don't forget to ask which store sells the best pressure cookers
 

Just think... one day in her life was like:

"Hello."

"Hello. I'd like a tattoo on my side, please."

"Certainly. What do you want? Rose with thorns... flaming skull... giant snake... the Chinese character for 'abundance'... what do you want, Miss?"

"I'd like to get one of Woodsy Owl."

"Woodsy Owl?"

"Yes, I want a tattoo of Woodsy Owl on my side. Also a pocket watch. And can you give me a tattoo that makes it look like I have a huge bush?"
 
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