I haven't seen this level of disrespect to my best friend and favorite spinster mersh since that shop ruined his beemer, y'all know what I did to those jokers, verbally destroyed them like a cougar at millers ale house. Anyway skip to episode three of this fable and fast forward to the final eight minutes (includes the end credits) and enjoy. Now mersh might look sweaty or wet here, I assure you it's because he just completed a brisk stroll around that lake by jasmine homes apartments while hauling a back pack loaded with military grade plates like that odd fella James sorenstone.
Zen rhino out.
Zen rhino out.