If God had wanted us to walk on our hands, she would have called them ‘feet’.
It’s kinda like the ‘New Zoo Review’.
It’s kinda like the ‘New Zoo Review’.
Big news in the Emerald City.
Ok now… What was it you wanted me to do again?
When hanging out with Papa Kinevil, time stands still.
But in its absence, I invite you to rejoice in the sights and sounds of El Campeonísimo Flatulence Pantaloon as he muscles his way through another example of his bitchin’ finery;
I’m only sad that film maker Michael Evans thought to omit Sean’s patented ‘Badhole Tube Rubdown’® technique.
It’s really something to behold.
I would like to thank Carl and The Bicycle Transportation Alliance for putting the need for lights into terms that I can understand.
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