When he shaves and grows his beard, he is closest to me. When he grows out and stays clean, he’s my buddy.
Birthing advice:
Just don’t eat it when it comes out and you’re good.
He asked to speak with me and my manager.
But you don’t have a manager.
Ha, I know.
:)
Twitter is a perpetual echo machine.
Did I tell you that lawyer stole my magic potion? I told him coyote rules. Keep it. I would rather give it up than see you again. And he admitted using it as leverage. I hope it makes him trip balls until he cries. He’s the blueberry fat kid from Willy Wonka