Scotch Baller
Sometimes I wish I was taller.
I often wish I were right.
But the Scot in me knows better.
Sipping this truth in alright.
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Held within modern cinema is the same fantastic idea; except the fantasy is now computerized and super human powers are CGI’ed. “We want to be the hero,” said everyone, worldwide; although there are
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