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Crystal Pier washing machine
When I grabbed the guy’s leash he went flying.
Jackson Lettow
My dad took me and my buddy out to Crystal Pier in PB. It was in the middle of a big storm. There was nobody out in the water. It was like being in a washing machine. We were getting tossed around. Waves were coming left and right. At one point it was raining so hard that you couldn’t open your eyes.
I hate when someone snakes me. When people do that I sometimes yank their leash. I did that at Scripps not too long ago. He was a younger Asian guy, probably in his early 20s. He acted like he was super tough. He was way better than me, no doubt, but he kept snaking me. The other time I did it was when I was longboarding up at Tamarack. Same situation. When I grabbed the guy’s leash he went flying.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Crystal Pier washing machine
When I grabbed the guy’s leash he went flying.
Crystal Pier washing machine
When I grabbed the guy’s leash he went flying.
Jackson Lettow
My dad took me and my buddy out to Crystal Pier in PB. It was in the middle of a big storm. There was nobody out in the water. It was like being in a washing machine. We were getting tossed around. Waves were coming left and right. At one point it was raining so hard that you couldn’t open your eyes.
I hate when someone snakes me. When people do that I sometimes yank their leash. I did that at Scripps not too long ago. He was a younger Asian guy, probably in his early 20s. He acted like he was super tough. He was way better than me, no doubt, but he kept snaking me. The other time I did it was when I was longboarding up at Tamarack. Same situation. When I grabbed the guy’s leash he went flying.
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