Dayn Schulman

Shoot Me The Details

Shoot me the details from Mr. Carrington's analysis of the type of alloy of knife coming out of Crick's kidney and then I'll finally feel free to break both of my hands in a five-ton vice grip, pogo stick over to the nearest Chucky Cheese's and gobble down their finest vegan gourmet casserole.

Distance yourself from your inner tire pressure and you'll surely be able to define who Christian will be nine lifetimes from now.

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