"Welcome Loyal Pawns to the master companies' website. Me, Billy Marks, and my amigo here Johnny Layton would like to thank you for your continued pledge to buy only Toy Machine boards for the rest of your life and the life of any spawn you may create."
The moist media charged with documenting the action, braving the perils of picking up a tick.
Sinclair needs to get closer to his subjects.
Waiting for the Toy Machine company helicopter to come pick them up.
Collin is an aspiring chef, and even while on tour grinds his own oregano to put atop his pasta.
"Even after all this time, I'm still wide-eyes and bushy-tailed."
I have many facets in my life, and this is only one of them.
Leo inspects the latest batch of naked lady texts from Daniel Lutheran.
You can hire Joe Hammeke
to shoot your pets as well.
A nice place to read a magazine...
"Hmm, this new Italian Vogue has a sweet Terry Richardson
shoot in it."
"Do you think they gots some Toy Machine in there?"
Time to go to work, the cloak of evening has dropped, the loitering is over, and the shredding like a rabid chupacabra has commenced.
"Yeah, whatever he said."
Nollied right into a crack.
"...then she came at me with these little t-rex arms, trying to slap me. She was still naked, and when she ran towards me her breasts flopped about in a super comical way and I started laughing even though it was a super inappropriate time to be laughing..."
"Me and J. Cassanova
both fit into magnums, airtight."
Let's see what we have here...