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I saw this mother ♥♥♥♥♥♥ pull out a protractor while throwing smokes
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Absolutely uncanny resemblence of Starbucks Blonde 'cino. This guy can neck straight whiskey like he necks his women.
Throw a business idea at him. Seriously, try it. He'll catch it in-between a pair of frozen magnums, consume it, regurgitate it out of his arse and it will become a magical cash cow with 24 karat ♥♥♥♥.
Today is the day you hire a professional.