How about I call the police claiming assault, give you half the wing, then lay donw on the ground with my pants around my ankles crying, just in time for the cops to roll up and see you eating my wing. I will not be blackamiled, governor.
How about I call the police claiming assault, give you half the wing, then lay donw on the ground with my pants around my ankles crying, just in time for the cops to roll up and see you eating my wing. I will not be blackamiled, governor.
Baby Quit Your Cryin' Put Your Clown Britches On!!!
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