every time he steped through those doors, it was like pulling the trigger to the gun, it's nozzle nestled on your skull and not killing yourself. at least thats what he says it feels like.
i've heard him say it was more like scraping your face against a brick wall, and having hot stumach acids climb all the way up your throat and out your nose.... only less plesent.
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i've heard him say it was more like scraping your face against a brick wall, and having hot stumach acids climb all the way up your throat and out your nose.... only less plesent.
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just a suggestion.
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