Ultimate Fucking Championship. Now, that's a pay-per-view I'd watch.
But judging by the cheetah print tattoo, I have a feeling Johnny Hill can get pretty wild.
Just make sure the bed legs are still as can be. No one likes a squeaky fuck station.
This is what it's like to "hang out" with your bud these days.
When he says he doesn't think you can handle it, you just fuckin' take it. You're no quitter.
Any guy that can switch back and forth like that deserves a gold medal.
And he already bought you dinner, so you've gotta play the part the best you can.
So does making your best 'skydiving' face too, evidently.
It's always a wise option to recruit the guidance of a close friend.
I am 99.9% sure "Let's Get Physical" was playing in the background.
Surf's up, asses up. It's time to kick off Summer '17!
But I'm willing to bet it's got great reviews and I really wanna go.
Especially if you can fit them both in at the same time.
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