He just wanted to be one of the cool kids. Now he's all brainwashed and shit. Pfft, next thing you know he's going to tell me who's shirts to buy.
It won’t matter what kind, just really big shirts, now I won’t know if it’s him or boobs they all look the same to me
If he turns his baseball cap backwards on a sunny day, then we'll have to shoot him. Our mighty lord of nougats has fallen.
He’ll be fine, but he’ll all the sudden have an aggressive side. But he will start investing in gold.
The papers want to know who's shirts I wear...
Idk, kinda picture you as a Shakespearean style blouse man. Your name implies something that would be proper for a lord to wear. And something about sugar.
Shit, you found that Google pic of me. That's cool.
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