"The tragically ludicrous, the ludicrously tragic."
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Not a Cub, Not Yet a CareBear.
They were all, Youcan't tell us what to do. And their Dad was like, I can if you expect that trust fund to keep coming. And they were like, Yo, we can make money any time we want, old man. A'ight?!
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