Part of me wants to scoff att you, and douchebagly inform you that I'm not defined by such petty things.
The rest of me sulkily admits that I rarely go anywhere without my old combat boots and that I'm never seen wearing any other pants than cargos that has seen the other side of death, before being recussitated by poor needlework and duct-tape...
The rest of me sulkily admits that I rarely go anywhere without my old combat boots and that I'm never seen wearing any other pants than cargos that has seen the other side of death, before being recussitated by poor needlework and duct-tape...