Lear: And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, never, never, never. Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, sir. O, O, O, O.
Is that your wife? She's hot.
I thought you were older than that. Congratulations. 56 and counting. Rock on.
Happy Birthday, Mr. Keith -- from all your fans in the Castle! (Even the one who runs away screaming when she sees you).
Is that your wife? She's hot.
ReplyDeleteI thought you were older than that. Congratulations. 56 and counting. Rock on.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday, Mr. Keith -- from all your fans in the Castle! (Even the one who runs away screaming when she sees you).
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