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I occasionally go to all night flea markets. You bring a flashlight and haggle to buy poo poo in the dark. The promoter books all kinds of washed up horror actors to sign autographs. Robert Z'dar was signing and I walked by to purchase chocolate covered deep fried bacon. That is my Robert Z'dar story. my turn in the barrel fucked around with this message at 05:12 on Aug 24, 2014 |
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