Will you tell her l'll be back later to pick her up? See you, guys. Don't tell anyone your sister beat me up. He could go to the moon and back and Lucy would never even know he left. Sometimes l wish my wife had Goldfield Syndrome. That way she wouldn't remember when l called her mother... ...a loud, obnoxious drunk with a face like J. Edgar Hoover's ass. All right. There's your medicine, little fellow. Ula! Get back to cleaning the pool! lf that's one of your special brownies, don't let any of the dolphins eat that. How do you think l get them to
Will you tell her l'll be back later to pick her up? See you, guys. Don't tell anyone your sister beat me up. He could go to the moon and back and Lucy would never even know he left. Sometimes l wish my wife had Goldfield Syndrome. That way she wouldn't remember when l called her mother... ...a loud, obnoxious drunk with a face like J. Edgar Hoover's ass. All right. There's your medicine, little fellow. Ula! Get back to cleaning the pool! lf that's one of your special brownies, don't let any of the dolphins eat that. How do you think l get them to
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