Weee, look at you, you're cool for phrases like "take a fucking look, son." I'd beat the living shit out of you on any given day, so cram that condescension up your ass.
Come and meet me at the back of Pizza Pizza tomorrow afternoon, 2pm sharp.
Bring your homies to try to back you up, I'll flip them all over my knee for a spanking, then backdrop them in to the dumpster, right before I give you an eye poke and stunner your face to the pavement covered in broken glass, followed by my high heels digging in to your pussy for the finale.
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