I’m getting foreigner tattooed on my forehead. That way, girls that hit on me, beggars who ask me for change to support their pretend babies that they wheel around in their carriages full of beer, etc., will know what they’re getting themselves into. Also, any time I want a DJ to play “Cold As Ice,” I can just point.
11.03.2004
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