Remember when radical extremists were just kids pulling sick stunts off on their skateboards?
Gnarly.
When I was younger, I really wanted a skateboard
but my parents couldn't afford one; so one morning, I woke up early and went to the garage, I got some wood and some nails… and beat my parents to death.
My foster parents bought me 5 skateboards.
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