Well Brett done blown up, he walkin down streets of downtown Parrita, bump in da farmacia wid his beautiful skinny wife Elsa, she talkin to farmaciast about some ting no need, Brett jump on da scale an bust out 100 colones for da slot mochine, nex ting you know da scale is tellin lies, say dat Brett done up to 100 kilos, dat bullshit man...well posible da truth man, we been workin and drankin lots of beer, time to go on fast, more surf, less food, less beer, get back to da reason you are here bra, let's go surf...
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heyyyy, Surf men, you are so dem.. looky, Iam inside a office right know, and i hate it, i wish to be there on that surfboard, well money is money...see you this weekend, finally! take care, nana
heyyyy, Surf men, you are so dem.. looky, Iam inside a office right know, and i hate it, i wish to be there on that surfboard, well money is money...see you this weekend, finally! take care, nana
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