Behold, the feets of strength.
Existential portals to your face.
The Mayor, scairt by the power of Coors.
Straight outta Gardiner, scairt of nobody.
My gigantic hands crush tiny mustard bottles and make awesome Wizard Staffs.
Monday, October 20, 2008
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stoked.
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