they drummed you out of lodi, so you come crawling back to broadway. but broadway doesn't go for booze and dope, rathy.
now then, say you were cast in a show and during the rehearsal process they added a scene in which you had to sing a love song to another performer's exposed erect male genitalia from a distance of not more than 17.5", but you got to choose the song, what song would you sing?
r.i.p. marco, my guardian angel.
...global warming can manifest itself as heat, cool, precipitation, storms, drought, wind, or any other phenomenon, much like a shapeshifter. -- jim geraghty
pray to st. jude
i'm a sonic reducer
he was the gimmicky sort
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