over there.
filed under Shane | on April 25th, 2007
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April 26th, 2007 |
thanks
in a way, he actually was on a wall… under one of those highway flyovers.
April 25th, 2007 |
nice pic, bizarre angles, almost like he’s stuck on a wall.