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Oh, I love it when couples match! Tell me,
was the Good Will having a sale?
Now that's more like it, ladies.
Shopping is my cardio.
Nah, bro. I don't think so. Jesus called.
He wants his head back.
Okay, okay. I'll give you the dollar if you
promise me you're not going to spend it on alcohol.
Step away from
the Dutch shoes! Aside from his Holland fetish, the deep tan is hot sex. Super.
The orange blotches. The shady butterflies.
This apartment looks like a scene from my childhood nightmares.
Plus, the fur snowcap and greasy mullet make
him look like a Canadian Joe Dirt. Manscape those arms and don't ever let me catch you in that heinous shirt again.
At least he gave us the courtesy of pulling
his hair back, in the kitchen. I'm still terrified of him.
It's like a cult.
Can I just eat you up? You look delicious,
peanut.
Are you sure you're not gay, honey? That pyschedelic
undershirt is very deceiving.
And grandma, what big shoulder pads
you have! Snuggen that fit, mister; you're neither big OR tall.
Don't even bother, George. Not even beer-goggles
could make that jacket look good. I think I need a drink.
Can we say ew? Colonel Sanders wants his grease
back.
I'm loving the outdoor decor arrangment. It's
very tropical and fun.
Very George of the Jungle fabulous.
Honey, check your pulse. Porcellian white skin
is always beautiful, but border-line grey is a no no.
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