Vamp tramp. I call it the way I see it.
Like I said, TRAMP.
(singing) … and they call it, puppy love.
It’s not a Harley.
Aww, I should feel bad for her. I don’t.
VILF. Sorry, you were thinking it too.
My eyes say, WHOA! My brain says, JAIL BAIT.
Robward, you really need to cut down on the partying, boy!
Jacob: Don’t get me upset.
Huh, whenever I say that, it doesn’t have the same effect!
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