MiamiCubano
El Martillo (My Boxing Name)
Reach the crib today after having spent the better part of the day and afternoon on one of my boats, and am greeted by my ever dutiful valet. However, something's amiss. His usual sparkling white uniform is charred black, smoke rising from its seams. I glance behind him and look towards his station, and see it reduced to ashes. On top of his desk, one very large priorty mail box, with yet another resting on top of it.
Damn. I've been betrayed.
BigJake...thank you for the very tasteful bomb. Some damn fine contents, that are very much appreciated and certainly will be enjoyed.
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Damn. I've been betrayed.
BigJake...thank you for the very tasteful bomb. Some damn fine contents, that are very much appreciated and certainly will be enjoyed.
Souldog...among the most well-researched and sincere bombs I have yet to receive. A true showing of what these bombs are all about. Thank you.