Despite the whines of many, and their inclination to pick up
any old piece of shit to bash the Arsenal with, football spectating is supposed to be a leisure activity done for fun, not something you do do get a boy scouts badge for meritorious attendance under grossly arduous weather conditions.
Not exact matches
arge blobs
of melted aluminium spread around on the stairs, a power drill stuck in the wall rotating around itself, one twisted EUR pallet, a spectacular wall
of 322 mirrors and a local reinterpretation
of the American artist Walter de Maria's
old text
piece «Rome Eats
Shit».
It took an existing
piece of shit feature found on some
old Motorola phone, and turned it into an insanely useful one.