Stop The Fight! We've Got The Smokeshow Of The Summer Over Here
Got dayum, Morty. How you gonna carry around a wagon like that and expect everybody else on the beach to not spontaneously combust a load into their boardshorts. My man's got a fatty on him. Oooooowwweeeee.
Gravity is a helluva drug, kids. I just hope that one day when I'm as old as Morty over here, my tits look half as nice.
