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Y'all. Y'all. The way that damn bag squeaked. The way that damn bag squeaked. I know I'm going to hell. I'm laughing at this shit. But the way that bag squeaked.
Hey submissive Tammy, um, thank you, thank you for sharing the soundbite with us, um, I'm really trying to hold it together right now, because hell is fucking hot, um, the temperature is astronomical, all I'm gonna say is I watched this like 8 times, um, I could have sworn I heard the back say bitch as it deflated.
Hey, submissive Tammy. Hey, okay. She had all the bags and that boyfriend. He wasn't right. Like how dare she fall on his time? He didn't bother to help her with the bags or nothing and the life was getting squirreled out of that bag.
That bag noise takes me out every time. That noise of that bag takes me out. I swear it wasn't a fall. It was that bag noise that just... And then the way she rolled over. Okay, I cannot.