I’m tired of threatening you with carwashes and skeletons. It’s time to start smacking you. Mommy says I can’t smack you in the back of the head. I’d like to smack you in the face, but I don’t want to ruin your moneymaker. I’ll figure something out. Hopefully you figure out how to not get smacked first. 👊
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