> arrest them all using our executive power for ingesting a Schedule II controlled substance made illegal under Title II of the Comprehensive Drug Abuse Prevention and Control Act of 1970
> Walk among the demonic army and provide them beer while offering an endless field of weed if they assist you with entering the fortress.
> Charge. Make sure that the flesh golem is out in front killing demons with pelvic thrusts.
> Act like you know the centaur, ask him about his family, tell him you share his concerns but that you have to work with an obstructionist congress *gesture towards Bob and Wife and Old Man*
> Have the skeleton-golem close its wings around the demon like some sort of venus flytrap.
>tell the horse man that you're going to take him to an even larger battle, then take him to a GWAR concert
Simply put, if I had Johnny Manziel’s physical gifts, you better believe I would be there in the Weight Room, getting to bed early, doing whatever I had to do to be the best possible athlete I could be. I wouldn't be posting on social media about sucking titties. I wouldn't even look at a titty, buddy. I'd look at a titty and see two big footballs.
A real friend doesn't move until the middle of August, ensuring temperatures in the 90s and a humidity that turns boxers into moist balls of ruined cotton.
Expendable? You must be joking.
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