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Robert Crisman

Robert Crisman by bigpulp

Robert Crisman misspent a good chunk of his youth with Leanns of the world and their friends, and carries a soft spot for each and every last one. He hastens to add that he’d neverjam two thousand bucks in a jacket and then toss the jacket. The money should always be shoved in one’s front pants pocket, unless, of course, you have the time to take the roll to the hoop, i.e., your keister, or somewhere equally safe from all prying eyes…