Dude, every time I want something, it's "why don't you sell some posters."
Need a new pair of shoes? "Sell Some Posters!"
Need an oil change? "Sell some posters!"
The next one will be, need a blowjob? "Sell some posters first!"
Then, I'll be screwed.
Funny. When I told my wife I needed a new flat file for my folded posters (the rolled ones go somewhere else, so no Bieber there ), she looked at me and said, why don't you sell some. I think the look of horror on my face said it all and she immediately gave up.
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