Now For Something Pure
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After the previous night of dairy-fueled sin at The Mark, it’s probably best that I post something completely innocent and pure. Something that will hopefully wipe clean the evil and indecent longing that was painted onto the canvas of my soul last night. It was a good night, but good in the way that the most savory variety of chalupa is always the most unhealthy.
I can’t find that cherished childhood photo of myself riding an ostrich, but this one should be cute enough to get the job done:









