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Hmmm porking, squealing, beer, private back room, lots of buff ss agents...
He's lost in the ozone agin!
Posted by: queek | February 22, 2007 at 02:41 PM
What the hell is he doing? Twirly dance steps? Gene Kelly or Fred Astaire he ain't.
Posted by: sister of ye | February 22, 2007 at 05:41 PM
What the hell is he doing? Twirly dance steps?
Spirit fingers.
Posted by: Molly, NYC | February 23, 2007 at 01:16 PM