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I especially like the bit where our faux Slavic friend cuts the pepper spray package with a large folding knife, drawing the blade towards his wedding tackle. I’m telling you folks: it’s only a matter of time before FPS takes himself out of the gene pool. Meanwhile, yes, that’s a Fonzie zombie giving FPS a big thumbs-up from a ghost bike flying across FPS’ reproductive swimming hole. Heyyyyyyyyy.
