There isn't long now until Margarito finishes what he started and bludgeons Cotto's head into something resembling a tin of cooked tomatoes.
What will you say then, when you can't use plaster as an excuse anymore.
Here's what I think of you hating trolls
What will you say then, when you can't use plaster as an excuse anymore.
Here's what I think of you hating trolls
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