the sort of face only a mother could love...
I can see through time.
And it was at that moment, in front of the Glamour Shots photographer, that the five hits of acid Robert ingested an hour earlier finally kicked in...
He just caught the reflection of his shirt in a mirror ...
dear Dali. His ears are melting.
I just turned to stone.:)>
What's he looking at?!
Can this photo be used to keep Rob from obtaining future gun permits?
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