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⊂| | ・゜+.
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(¸.•´ (¸.•'* ☆ 兄弟加我好友 ☆
Once, Chris11011011 and I were at this Mcdonald's with this guy when these punks with guns pulled up. They pulled dual Berettas on us while ranting about our filthy hands touching big macs That's when our man does the unimaginable. He throws a drumstick from Popeye's flashbanging them with confusion, and then whips out a Negev through the zipper over his groin. I'll never forget the sheer amount of ketchup that went everywhere! As the sirens blared in the background, we pledged our life to him while he was teabagging the corpses of the lifeless. He then treated us to a tall glass of dogwater.
A good friend will pick you up when you fall. This fellow will help you up, laugh and trip you again. It's so fun to touch grass, and then cry all night long with someone like you, buddy.