I was driving to work and saw a crackhead on a bike.
There was something catching my attention. Was it his perfect acne? Or maybe the Skull and Cross bones tatoo that is now looking like fat speghetti on your arm? No, I got it. It's the forty ounce beer can that is so perfectly clasped in the water bottle container on your stolen boys' bike.
Good for you, desperate crackhead, that you are so ingenious with your booze at 8am.
Double fist pump for the mullet there Cletus.
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