© 2010 Josh Damion, transported to the 70s

The mustache does all the work.

Google knows too much about me.  Sometimes I feel like it’s just following me around, watching from the shadows. ‘Oh, you like that car you saw the other day? Here’s a website that will deliver it to your house.  That girl you saw in the bar? Here’s her phone number. Call her, or are you a pussy? Well, here’s a deal on xanax to help you with your anxiety problem, pussy. Maybe now you’ll call her.  By the way, that belt you’re wearing, it’s fucking lame.”

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