Live, from Pittsburgh.

By britinpitt

I Love The Sound Of Breaking Glass.

Wandered across the road to get the bus and discovered a heaping helping of broken glass at the shelter. Now, either some miscreant took a large stick to it or the glass was finally overcome by the power of one of the cutest baby pictures I've ever seen and self-imploded.
Probably the former, unfortunately.

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