Back in my day we didn't have bikes...we had keg parties at Stonehenge. We had to make our own beer, slaughter our own goats, cut down trees for the fire with a blunt rock. Then we had to carry these giant wooden kegs miles to the henge, sacrifice an animal or two, have ritualistic pagan sex before nary a drop was drunk.
he's missing you fag. dont make fun of him he could be dead right now because your dumbasses all told him to go.
i'll figure out your ip's and get the cops to give you a visit.
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