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Feels like I’m wearing nothing at all.
Those are regular jeans and Luigi is just that caked up
Remember. When Brian Robert Thompson hit the pavement, he did not stop falling. He fell, and fell, and fell. Right into the open maw of the Pit of Hell itself.
He died on his way to a conference where he was going to openly celebrate the record profits he made killing thousands of people. If that doesn’t Damn your soul for all eternity, I don’t know what does.
Is he smuggling two honey hams back there?
Would.
Wood.
That‘s how it is on this bitch of an earth
And then, they all clapped! The name of the child? Luigi’s asscheek!
The clapped cheek heard round the world.
His buttcheeks look like yoshi eyes and I can’t unsee it.
