unicornology:
scout: “who glued these quarters down?” “i did.” “what the hell for, man?” “i don’t feel that i need to explain my art to you, warren.”
scout:
“who glued these quarters down?” “i did.” “what the hell for, man?” “i don’t feel that i need to explain my art to you, warren.”
“who glued these quarters down?”
“i did.”
“what the hell for, man?”
“i don’t feel that i need to explain my art to you, warren.”
