The Poison of a Fanny Pack

"I looked down my pet, my back fanny pack was on the floor. And I just was staring at it. Like 300 yards away," he said. "And then I literally was like, and I, I watched my hand." He went to buy a reekle but couldn't figure out how to get in one of those individual bags that are sold for individual sale. 'Even if I hear it again, I'll say I've never heard of that.'

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