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Greetings Curious Scroller,
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Water of LIFE!
Posted by: Nomnom | Tuesday, December 04, 2012 at 06:40 AM
It's Hellgreens water. I can identify that shelving, mylars & signage anywhere. And yes, it's what probably keeps it's employees sane except in my state we're legally not allowed to sell alcohol so no liquor dept/dept of sanity for this slave :(
Posted by: Hellgreens Slave | Tuesday, December 04, 2012 at 06:47 AM
that's what happens when you get jesus for a custy.
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Posted by: Nomen Nescio | Tuesday, December 04, 2012 at 06:54 AM