Small sausage
The lunch of champions. And by champions, I mean poor white trash with no other option.
About the Author
Kyle Barnhart grew up in Panama City Beach, Florida: The Redneck Rivera of the Gulf Coast. He graduated from JR Arnold High School back in 2005 and immediately high-tailed it to Houston, Texas, to attend Rice University. He enjoys food and quantum mechanics and was the 2009-2010 co-editor of the Rice Thresher's Backpage. He has worked as a community development assistant at a local open educational resources web site, a web developer, IT computer-mover and freelance writer.Buttons
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4 comments:
Dear god you didn't actually eat those did you?!
Party poticials is SO Kafkaesque.
Hmm a camera being used at work?
President Bush, WE FOUND THE TERRORIST!
This is what fucking happens when Brent and Matt work together. I swear, I come up there and think it's busy because there are 14 mother fucking cars in the parking lot, but apparently it's just that the word got out around PCB that Brent and Matt were working together, everyone come up to Fives Arcade and fuck around and have a ticket race?
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