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번역 관련 문제 보고
big man
When he turned 15 he invited me to a caffeine convention after my father went to jail for stabbing many little Chihuahuas. At some point he started sniffing coffee beans, I didn't mind at all. I remember his caffeine delivery man walked in the door. The Bulge in FaZe WeStg8te's pants grew up and up. It went through the ceiling making a cylindrical break in the roof.
Another time FaZe WeStg8te and I were making coffee as his caffeine addiction stimulated his 2 braincells, guess he was jealous of my coffee , as soon as was done brewing FaZe WeStg8te charged into the kitchen to have his way with the coffee machine. Since we live in the 1600's this was completely normal.