
Here's an in progress pic of a wallet I made for my boy, Ratty Matty. It's his artwork on the front, he's a sick tattoo artist. I'll have to get some pictures of it next time I see him, I didn't take any of it when it was done...
choppers and bobbers and kustoms and hot rods and 70s vans and chicks with tits and perverted poems and more dumb shit than you can shake a stick at. but the real question is, why are you shaking a stick at it anyway? either hit it or quit it.
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