My uncle performed the first Minion autopsy out near Marietta. Year was ‘89. Thick, thick skin, like a boar’s. Downstairs was all cloaca. Kevin still visits the grave
smartest people I knew from high school:
-dead and soul captured in my amulet
-dead and soul captured in my amulet
-dead and soul captured in my amulet
-dead and soul captured in my amulet