So, one day, this fatass propane worker from Arlen, TX, was selling you propane and propane accessories. You proceeded to shove the propane tank into the grill, as hank furiously masturbated in the corner. he then began humping you, saying, in a soft, sweet voice..
"I sell propane.... and propane accessories..."
Then you had an autistic tard child named Bobby Hill.
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