No more for today, it’s nice outside, and a chainsaw is calling a siren song to me.
Oh, it’s supposed to make that noise? Even when the chain’s on right? You sure?
No more for today, it’s nice outside, and a chainsaw is calling a siren song to me.
Oh, it’s supposed to make that noise? Even when the chain’s on right? You sure?
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