Say you're already into the GOODIES, got your ass stroking a weigh on the equations a round ya. Got you awe whooped up into a frenzy that your club could successfully pull off the biggest heist in time. And, while your down there overthrow the mother fuckers and break them up for piecing out at auction. Sew they enter their ringer of no relationship to those he represents but outside that, show him the honeys. Well he WINS his debut hands down and the shit he spoke rolled off his back like water.
Then his world order team at the restauranch, see his status quo growing south. Hell, they've fixed more drama than awards. Damn, there's this island that HAARP could shake rattle and roll. Bless it with the hands of the anti-GOOD hero and raise his ass from the dead. Be healed. And stand beside your newly created masters...
In my prime to come, I've run off wolves with their own intent... A Rooster with Teeth and crows like a T-REX. Has spurred every fucking covert farmer in time.
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