-From Start To Finish-
I feel like a man
I smell of gasoline, oil stained shirt and shorts, dirty skin from mowing lawns and cutting shit, and a farmers tan with my muscles bulging through a small shirt.
I wish I could find my camera.
Only the times I'm manly it dissapears.
+ Hi. You're going to call off your rigorous investigation. You're going to publically state that there is no underground group. Or... these guys are going to take your balls. And send one to the New York Times, one to the LA Times press release staff. Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we drive your ambulances. We connect your calls, we guard you while you sleep. Do not... fuck with us. -Tyler Durden
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I smell of gasoline, oil stained shirt and shorts, dirty skin from mowing lawns and cutting shit, and a farmers tan with my muscles bulging through a small shirt.
I wish I could find my camera.
Only the times I'm manly it dissapears.
+ Hi. You're going to call off your rigorous investigation. You're going to publically state that there is no underground group. Or... these guys are going to take your balls. And send one to the New York Times, one to the LA Times press release staff. Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we drive your ambulances. We connect your calls, we guard you while you sleep. Do not... fuck with us. -Tyler Durden
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