| Moral Hazard |
| quote: | Originally posted by bas
I can't even begin to imagine what Jay's place smells like. Cats, guidos, cigs, his whorey wife. It must be what death smells like. |
To be fair; Jay lives in Montreal... the whole city smells like cats, guidos, smokes, and whores... especially whores.
edit... for some reason I've never received the impression that Jay's girl is whorey (I'm not saying she isn't but she doesn't look the part). |
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