A Startling Discovery
Just for a change of pace, I decided to walk on the balls of my feet. Guess what? My feet have no balls!
posted by Wheel Gun Bob @ 2:10 PM
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Wheel Gun Bob
The jagrmeister/nitromethane fueled ravings of an unbalanced, potty mouthed ner'-do-well.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
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- Name: Wheel Gun Bob
- Location: Portsmouth, New Hampshire, United States
I'm pale, balding and lemon shaped. I'm old (the picture here was taken about 10 years ago). I suffer from numerous ailments, mostly mental. I'm pathalogically obssesed with wine, women and song.
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