tuktok Prison Guards and Towels
A green-haired mohawk dude casually put his feet on the table, putting his muscular arms at the back of his head.
“Hey, Geoff, thanks for making me crash at your place,” Duncan said, yawning a bit. “That prison sure was hard to escape, but whatever.”
Geoff laughed. “It’s cool, man. And what, is this your tenth escape?” he asked, flipping through the channels.
Duncan smirked. “More than that, dude—probably like my twentieth or so.” He was exaggerating; it was actually his eleventh escape. He can stay out of trouble at times.
“So, the cops still searching...
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