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February 26, 2009

FNB SKULLS

Very interesting vibe going on here. Sent in by one of our stunning readers, it seems someone has something against FNB.

Apparently the little skulls have been made from old bank slips and mashed together and reformed into the image of death.

 

fnbskull
FNB ATM’s – TOXIC

 

With the taste of your lips I’m on a ride
You’re toxic I’m slippin’ under
With the taste of the poison paradise
I’m addicted to you, don’t you know that you’re toxic?
And I love what you do, don’t you know that you’re toxic?

[thanks warren]