Hillbillies don't own the inbreeding market; genetic anomalies and terrible plastic surgery abound in the
New York Social Diary. This is just a small sampling. It's "eeeew" after "eeeew" after "eeeeew". I didn't bother to credit the "people" in these photographs. Who gives a shit? They're rich, ugly, and would never give
me the time of day, so fuck 'em.



I must comment on this one. These two are standing side by side, shoulder to shoulder. What could possibly explain the difference in the size of their melons? Radiation?
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Where do you summer Anne? You must come up and see us in Sagabuttahampytonack. Oh drat, did you hear? I dented the roadster.
we'll have to take the chopper to the vineyard then.
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