And this is the gaping history of the open sore cult known as Swag.There were once three swags, all layered and, frankly, quite guilty.
First of which held the monicker "Stable boy Swag" - also known as "The veluptuous mr. Editor". Currently the swag brought about by said horse crower is known as "Posture". All the mountains and tree's came at the same time. The mixture of their majestic dose of "Kum magic" fell on one small chap lad of a boy, crowning him "Stable boy swag". He is the owner of band-aids.
The second and third swags are broken and gormless. Somethymes they fall down holes just to think they are super body raping the holes. sickness. The second squall is called as such: "THIZ n HONK swag" which later became "eau le doet....ay!" Obviously his rambuncious asshole nature came from the DUMPS of a small tribe of kools. ("tribe" became "pack" in the year 20sticks.)
The third, and by far the most well pressed, is the "Pretty boy swag". Now this grotesque, burlesque, toyota mating, pumpboy dialing, mesh souled, flame detailed guitar was not created by not purpose. In 2000, 504 boyz and eddy murphy's donkey lover broke into the lab of 7 maestro's with the prank-tentious purpose of creating someone to blow. After adding an abundant amount of tears, rainbow skeletons, and horny fancy ducks to their graduated cylinders, they rubbed. And they waited. Then mystikal let out a cry: "Beat me! o my god beat me with everything!!!!" Everyone started crying as "Pretty boy swag" emerged from breath homes in the room, as tall as the tallest belch, and wider than anyone could've urethrasized.
Thats when all fuckin heck broke loose...all over the fucking floor.
that was fierce!
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