You'll shoot yer fookin eye out.
Mom, Get off Poal ya old bag!
Fuck you tranny Santa!
You'll shoot yer fookin eye out.
Mom, Get off Poal ya old bag!
Fuck you tranny Santa!
Helllzyeaaa big wheels was da shit!
We used to buy the Tonka trucks and ride them down our 90 degree driveway out into the street and down a hill.
That's child abuse today.
That was my buddy Lindsay Baxter. No one beat us at King of the Castle, Horse fights, stick fights or clay ball fights.
Not me but I have a pic of me that looks kinda like it, except it was an orange car with a portable radio on the dash and the blond neighbor girl was by my side in addition to my Red Ryder.
Yooo, cheap ferrero rocher
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