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| I am so PRIMUS-DAMNED sick of all these tall-aft motherfucks who think they're all that just 'cause they change into cars and trucks. Bitch-aft punks need to lean down just so I can smack their oversized faces, because so help me, I AM going to put these cogsuckers in their places. Step over me every fucking day without even saying hello, because I just ain't big enough to notice, right? I'm going to kick their shins so fucking hard that after they recover they won't even DREAM of starting a fight. Wheelie's new rule is that you best well CHECK yoself, or I won't give you the CHANCE to wreck yoself. And here's the chaser, sent to Moonracer: Wheelie wants to hang out some more! I've got a few fun plans in store. And just so I know if you want to play, would going into the weapons locker be okay? | ||||||||||
58 squawks, Wanna talk?   |
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