Just got back from flea-marketing in…. urr… where were we? – Wentzville… as in like… “Go back from Wentz you Came” … Wentzville.

Twas crawling with a lot of the butch fags from JJ’s – and some of the best sub-rural pieces of woof-candy money can’t buy…

Kevin said he needed a Tazer and a shopping cart.

I experimented with stealth hottie documentation…

Seriously annoying: You can’t turn “OFF” the shutter noise… Although three completely stupid sounds are available.

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