“What’s that on your hands? Is it blood?”
“Paint.”
“What would you be doing that you have paint on your hands?”
“Painting.”
“What’s that on your hands? Is it blood?”
“Paint.”
“What would you be doing that you have paint on your hands?”
“Painting.”
One thing: that blurb for 1970’s Jenny that concludes with ‘It’s that bad’. Geez, it’s not like you’re paid to entice people into watching this stuff.
One thing: that blurb for 1970’s Jenny that concludes with ‘It’s that bad’. Geez, it’s not like you’re paid to entice people into watching this stuff.
“You rob. You steal. You kill. You want me to die disappointed in my own son?”
“No, Pop! I want you to die happy!”
“So, now you *want* me die?!”
“You rob. You steal. You kill. You want me to die disappointed in my own son?”
“No, Pop! I want you to die happy!”
“So, now you *want* me die?!”