START A SCOOTER GANG WITH POPS
The palest mother f*cking OG's 90 miles in any direction from Cuba. Don't cross us. I'm serious, because dad hasn't learned how to stop very well yet and he'll straight up mow you down if you actually do cross in front of us. It'll be an accident but we'll pretend like it was on purpose when we're peeling out on your face because that's how the Sir Shanksalot's Scooter Gang rolls, bitch. Happy Father's Day!
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