Think about this one for a minute. A dude wearing a hardware store's worth of sharp objects and his horde of pajama-clad minions are recruiting New York teenagers. They have a warehouse that they've converted into the pleasure den from Pinocchio where anything goes. These kids are undoubtedly hopped up to the eyeballs on every illicit substance known to man, and a few they cooked up randomly using shit they found laying around and an old tin can.
Now, having taken all this into consideration, ask yourself this: Is the dude in the hardware store surplus tweaking about turtles REALLY the problem here?
Kainschylde
Modesto, CA
January 2012
JAN 25, 2012 02:26 PM