Hung like a Monday.
As I sit here in the wee hours of the morning staring at a blank screen, while perched on the edge of my chair wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a white Trans-Am shirt, I think to myself “what the hell, man?”

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As I sit here in the wee hours of the morning staring at a blank screen, while perched on the edge of my chair wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a white Trans-Am shirt, I think to myself “what the hell, man?”

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And we’ll go on an ah-meh-zing journey.

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