Your mileage may vary.
They’re four.
They’re Six.
They’re Eight.
They have never been, nor will they ever be, SixSeven.
They’re four.
They’re Six.
They’re Eight.
They have never been, nor will they ever be, SixSeven.
The base layer.
The base layer.
It’s contemplative orb season, motherfuckers.
It’s contemplative orb season, motherfuckers.
Jeepsmas.
Jeepsmas.
Boo caught me sleeping!
Boo caught me sleeping!
You’re saying the car should be too small?
TOO SMALL! SO WHEN THE STEERING FLY OFF, I’M TOAST!
You’re saying the car should be too small?
TOO SMALL! SO WHEN THE STEERING FLY OFF, I’M TOAST!
Is that the …
Is that the …
I don’t make the rules.
I don’t make the rules.