sorvive teh beer market with beer grolls
sorvive teh beer market with beer grolls
beer grolls yeeted himself out of teh helicupter, teh sky screaming in his face es he plummeted towurds the leafy chaoz. yanking his floaty-thing, he crushed thru the tree blankut, all set to wrestle wif whatevur wild nunsense came nuxt.
beer grolls is now lost and he pops open his buttle and takes a swig of his own pee, smiling but stayin' alive. "tastes like bad apple juice," he mutters, wipin' his mouth and lookin' for a way out.
beer grolls, knee-deep in teh beer market, trades stocks like he's wrestlin' a wild animul, sweatin' but hangin' on. "buy low, sell high," he grunts, wipin' his brow and clickin' through the chaos, determined to sorvive the financiul wildernezz
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