A Sausage Sort Of Timeless Saturday.
Things on the railway are going along at “please don’t break my neck while doing this speed”. As in way to many ladder moments, and I haven’t trained Bruiser to call 911 yet. Bruiser, call 911.. Treat! Bruiser, Daddys arm is buried in his ribs.. Good boy. Timmy is in the well, Bruiser.. Bruiser, stop
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