I wonder if he’s there to buy some ciggies. I hear they have a slimming effect. Though, that might be a gateway to harsher stuff, like snuff.
Mr. Dunlop takes his spare tire out for some air.
He’s really in perfect shape: he just stole a soccer ball.
My thought exactly. Nothing to see here, folks. Nothing to see.
Oh goodness, that’s a tumor or something. Poor guy.
HE STOLE BREAD!
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