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------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.
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the Tigers need to bring this logo back! and you never even see it on retro/throwback merch
Dude every time I take Ayahuasca
I end up face down in the mud
All I see for 8 fucking hours is this Tiger.
And then Sparky Anderson shows up
and he kicks me square in the nuts.
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Dude every time I take Ayahuasca I end up face down in...mud All I see for 8 fucking hours...
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