Well, Kinsella could donate about six inches, of neck that is.
What neck? It just blends right into his large daisy noggin. There’s no definition. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. — I’ve long thought Kinsellout just needs a good tailor. Or a woodburner. Whatever works.
Paint him forest green and he’d be Gumby, dammit.
Separated at birth!
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