Kendell Marano Parker.
As soon as we get in the car, we lose the air. Oh, my God, this car is monstrous, man, better than the first one I got up.
How much is such a scene from here, huh?!
GOOD...
Apart from the magnificent fact that I'm taking a car from rich people, let's go to the part that can lead me to a psychology consultation in a moment because of my sharp madness.
I'm sitting in the front bench, right next to the hot, smelly and beautiful chef for f*****g, and I don't know why, but my sight doesn't deviate from the centre of his pants that favors man, if that mast hasn't woken up yet, it means it's as big as I imagine.
Holy God, help me with perdition.
- Kendell... - I agree with my trance with the chef, drawing my attention, that is, drawing my attention more.
- Yes. - I
