Nuance In Vanilla Ice’s Music, My Dissertation Abstract
Quick to the point, to the point, no fakin’. Cooking MC’s like a pound of bacon. Hang that motherfucking lyric in the Louvre.
Quick to the point, to the point, no fakin’. Cooking MC’s like a pound of bacon. Hang that motherfucking lyric in the Louvre.
Let’s talk about Fluffy, baby. Let’s talk about she and she.
Sparrows are murderous, brutal, mindless killing machines. Are YOU next?
Only predictable, humorless twats from the midwest go to London, Paris, or Rome.
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Geoffrey Epstein would like to point out out frustrating it is that you learned how to pronounce his name properly in this way. Hey there, folks! Geoffrey here—yes, it’s Geoffrey with a ‘G,’ not Jeffrey with a ‘J.’ And no,…
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Rusty Trombones is a dotcom veteran who, like all veterans, either only talks about those experiences or never does.