The making
The mess
The aftermath
(This is the only photo I have as a raccoon. The panda was better documented. Likewise, while it is possible to find Bianca's kangaroo in the annals of facebook, her kitty lives on only in our collective memories, which are hazy at best.)
2 comments:
Ohhh shit! I've had a hicky on my cheek before too! I told my mom I tripped and hit my face on a doorknob...
Silly Billy. It isn't a hickey. It's a contusion (is that a word) from falling face first on the cold (but adorable) streets of Williamsburg. It's like bite marks from a particularly hateful hate fuck. As a sidenote, if you moved to Williamsburg, you'd be Billy Murray in Billyburg.
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