Buttsmouthe then looked over their smoldering ashes, whacked on a slap bracelet, turned his hat backwards, and said ‘Hasta la vista, baby’ before kick flip shoving-it away down a sick ramp, his frosted tips glistening in the sunlight.
Buttsmouthe then looked over their smoldering ashes, whacked on a slap bracelet, turned his hat backwards, and said ‘Hasta la vista, baby’ before kick flip shoving-it away down a sick ramp, his frosted tips glistening in the sunlight.
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