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Wilsonpotato_ fog, leaving behind a trail of **** brown shrapnel and a legend that would sizzle for years. - Hace 6 horas |
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Wilsonpotato_ exhaust pipe, sending a spray of sizzling oil sky-high.Wilson zoomed past, flipping the bird with his fry-pronged fork. “Tell your menu I said no sides,” he growled, vanishing into the➡️ - Hace 6 horas |
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Wilsonpotato_ and launching the tots like spuddy missiles. The first exploded in a cloud of salt and shame, near his face. knocking over the ketchup dispenser. The second hit the fryer’s➡️ - Hace 6 horas |