by Steve Calamars
it’s
odd
to
see
a
camel
toe
without
an
actual
camel
in
front
of
you
and
in
the
middle
of
an
american
city
instead
of
a
desert
in
the
middle
east
somewhere.
it
is
odd
and
by
odd
i
mean
good
*Steve Calamars lives in San Antonio, TX. He has a B.A. in Philosophy and works in a grocery store.
July 12, 2009
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