Thursday, June 30

EXPERTISM.

duders,
you just can't comprehend our infinite hottness.
check out the super-teleport:
i got sapped at white mountain tatt-bombs?!?
c'mon,
C'mon!!
come ON!!!
electrifying is the very least we can say about this gem.
have you ever gotten sapped?
sounds sticky to me.
prob'ly smells like pine, too.
i got sapped once, trying to make that homemade syrup, son!
i'm not sure,
but unless your dyslexic,
that german-type shocktrooper S/Z is possibly offensive.
homeboys and girls,
what's up with those double-O bombs?
yuuuuuuup.
real recognizes that really-realness jauns, y'all.
...stop hatin',
nothing says eleventh-level EXPERT like this one, neighbors.
we doo-doo that woodsly-style literacy promotion commotion.
email the studio,
and request yours today.
as in: right now.
don't sleep on that tattbombing,
nor snooze and therefore lose on that sappage.
you need that sh!t,
and lucky for you mutha-b!tches:
we GOT they;
never quiet, never soft.....

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