Spasm waiter dropping to his knees sees slander on wrap paper ties, Lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes. Grasp a kettle top and shoot the breeze, please, ramble while slop scraper sighs. Tossing in his bed at night he’ll dream until he dies. Operations at the sink, the dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyes, feels it tilt and start to slide. Mask a pretty hopper’s foot with squeeze cheese, dangle some grape apple pies, tranquil and serene until he runs out of supplies. Your hands and feet are mangos, you’re gonna be a genius anyway, your hands and feet are mangos, you’re gonna be a genius anyway....
well dey aint nothin you can do bout the watch now all you can do is talk to them police so you can stop bitchin about the watch theres nothin people on here can do about it
wow that was the stupidest shit you could have said dumbass a mac 10 is an assault weapon, go duck yourself please....