The goggles do pummeling nothing

The goggles do pummeling nothing

As a side note, Trady also sent me a fucking Cuvee 3, for no reason. But this hobgoblin shit is real, no goggles, nothing, real like the gum on my ass was real. But this hobgoblin shit is real, no goggles, nothing, real like the gum on my ass was real. And when I finally took off my martini goggles, a month into our love affair, I was. It makes modern-day shovelware look like fucking masterpieces.