Betting your Butt
Monferno groaned as riolu rolled onto his stomach, letting blood flow normally again. “what do i win?” “huh?” “the bet.” “yeah, but we didn’t actually agree on what it was gonna be.” “oh yeah.” riolu let monferno pick the next cup.
Monferno groaned as riolu rolled onto his stomach, letting blood flow normally again. “what do i win?” “huh?” “the bet.” “yeah, but we didn’t actually agree on what it was gonna be.” “oh yeah.” riolu let monferno pick the next cup.