My bloodshot eyes need some diffusing

Dear Mr. Transporter-man,

You need to transport those sick shades right over to me, pronto. Look we all know you can kick my ass. You ooze testosterone, you smolder and have abs of steel. These are all very good things, so why must you have it all? You can always snatch a new pair of shades from your latest movie. So don't be a crank and send these cracking stunnaz over to my house.


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