Chaotic42
Lifer
I was walking around downtown Boston yesterday, my pants laden with candy for orphans, when some old dude with his pants under his arm pits starts waving his cane at me. He was breathing really hard, because I guess that tank of oxygen wasn't strong enough. I don't know what he was yelling at, but I'm glad I wasn't wearing my "I'm a fvcktard" shirt, I don't think he'd have gotten the latin reference.