This apartheid loving piece of shit needs to be put to work cleaning the highways in New Mexico, so the he can sweat the Turkish hair plugs right out of his pores.
I don’t remember the word “happy” being relevant when I was teen - late 80s to early 90s - or expecting that hormone driven period to even be that interesting. I understand that my generation had more opportunities to “prosper” but I had to leave my house at 18 yo no question so I also had no choice but to get to it.
Or sweater? But yeah, the red one. So excited!