Yep, that's me circa two-thousand six or seven. You can see how bloated I was from perfecting alcoholism. You can also clearly make out the scar on my hairline where I was once robbed while stumbling home from the bar, and bludgeoned with the ass of a rifle.
You found a picture of me I posted on the internet. Nice going, champ. If I were a teenage girl I reckon I'd be mortified.
Does it feel better or worse knowing what the dude kicking your ass looks like? I mean, do you prefer being fucked with the blindfold on or off?
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