trabalho com pesinho

We'll be off.

Of course we are.

It's a death day.

It's not a pure, fair way to decide who's going to be

my bro-pilot on this one.

Shh.

87.

87?

87.

OK.

OK, that's a pretty high bar, Blazer.

So that means you only have to put on none,

because I'm choosing you.

No.

No.

I'm serious, dude.

You look like a professional skating celebrity.

The Swedish chicks will dig that.

Yeah, man.

Pro skater, I can do that.

No problem.

Blaker has a death wish.

Oh, my god.

I'm so excited.

Well, you should have thought about that

when you were putting spermicide on my French crawler.

Homegirls rules.

Uh, homegirls, dad.

It's got us-- we're pretty butthurt about it.

Really?

You know--

Butthurt.

--tomorrow and just--

I don't know if I'm going to sound OK on the phone,

because I can't.

You see, he just needs a date of green, have a good cry.

We all just need a--

You know, a strobe light and balloons that say,

welcome to Hollywood.

Oh, and a karaoke machine and extra large, extra medium

condoms.

I'm not going to buy those things, Blake.

I can swing by my house for that stuff.

Thank you.

We're getting timed up.

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