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Originally Posted by NaughtyRob
Those are ugly fake tits.
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Of course they are. It was a distraction.
I cut up an orange, cored an apple, and sliced up a kiwi. I quietly walked into the studio and jammed the plate of fruit in front of his face. He is no longer singing, he's eating his fruit platter.
Dammit, now he's playing my Nighthawk. Well, at least he's not singing anymore.
BTW, my boy is twenty-one this November, goes to the University of Guelph at Humber, and plans on carrer in criminal psychology. I think if there was an issue he'd be the first to pick up on it. The only issue is that he can't sing for shit - and I can shut him up wit a fruit platter.
Disgusting? ROFL!
Jason! Maybe he can be your personal Donald Pleasance! Cool, dude!
P.S. He finished his fruit and he's going to bed now.