If I get it up, and decide to get down, you put a note up, telling me to keep it down, because you’re fed up, though with the idea of my making love you are actually down.
If I get it up, and decide to get down, you put a note up, telling me to keep it down, because you’re fed up, though with the idea of my making love you are actually down.
I wish it were the “dream police” so I could wake up from this.
Champion.
Until Bieber starts losing his hair.
He’s only with her for her great wealth.
He’s a goat-digger.
They sure are growin ‘em ugly over at the ‘ol Mustang School.
Post-movie career for Sly:
Reality show proctologist to the Hollywood gays!
Call it “The ExPANdables”
“Goodbye, Dorothy”