Troy Windham's Entourage vs. The Cameron Cruise Project
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(CUT TO: Zoltan, chains around his neck, stands oiled and muscled, moving his legs up and down, grunting and growling. Next to him is August De La Rossi, wearing an INTERNATIONAL ANSWER T-Shirt. Next to him is his Andy Warhol-style watercolored portrait of Troy Windham in four separate corners.)
AUGUST: I... I cannot BELIEVE this. (August shakes his head in disgust.) I can't believe the ape-like MORON who runs this promotion DARED to put us in a match against The Cameron Cruise Project. I mean, this promotion... this promotion has a WOMAN CHAMPION. And while I surely identify with feminism and in fact read Gloria Stienem's weekly blog... I mean, this is why we have EQUAL RIGHTS LAWS and why our government NEEDS TO ENACT MORE LAWS. To ENSURE women have equal rights, because they are too weak to fend for themselves! This promotion is LUCKY to have The Entourage. The Unchained Beast, the most powerful force in this industry. Myself, a man with a genius-level IQ, an art-school pedigree and the integrity to tell you... the fat Republican couch potatoes swaddled with bad credit, bad acne and dumb, illiterate, public school educated children... HOW TO LIVE YOUR LIVES. All together under the watchful of THIS MAN... Troy Windham, the KING of all WRESTLING, the man responsible for the success of the CSWA, the success of the NFW... THE MAN RESPONSIBLE FOR DESTROYING GWE... guiding us, his chosen mentors... The Entourage...
This promotion, if they had ANY CLUE what they were doing... would just HAND US THE TAG TEAM TITLES WE RIGHTFULLY DESERVE! But alas and alack, that would mean the people running this should would OWN a MAGNETIC FIELDS ALBUM! But they don't, so... sigh... we have to have a match.
It's cool, though. I've had my eyes on degrading and destroying Joey Melton for ages. Joey Melton, the aging pony-tailed Vegan Green Party member. The type of guy who listens to... UGH... WORLD MUSIC. Or has a David Crosby b-sides comp. President of the Rod Steward Jizz-Jar Fan Club. A subscription to The Nation WITHOUT a subscription to AdBusters. The old man who hangs out at the Vegan Co-Ops I go to but does NOT BUY ORGANIC. The old man who goes to the World Bank protest and talks about how he FOUGHT TO SOLVE THE LOOMING ENVIRO-CRISIS... but bought and paid for a SUV... a man who despite his one earring, his Indian Dreamcatcher over his bed and his old Susan Sontag paperbacks STILL IS A MEMBER OF THE BOURGEIOUS AMERIKKKAN MILITARY INDUSTRIAL CONGLOMERATE...
As far as the other dude, Cammy Cruise... Cammy, face it, you aren't over, you haven't been over and you NEVER WILL BE OVER. And not only that, you'd do ANYTHING to be in MY SPOT right now... on the good side of your RIGHTFUL RULER The Epitome Troy Windham.
In a few short weeks, Project... The Entourage is going to begin their ascent to the TOP of this industry. And there's NOTHING you can do about it... because you're going to GET what you deserve... unless you BOW DOWN BEFORE THE ONE... (camera closes in on Troy's portrait.) YOU SERVE. (FTB)
AUGUST: I... I cannot BELIEVE this. (August shakes his head in disgust.) I can't believe the ape-like MORON who runs this promotion DARED to put us in a match against The Cameron Cruise Project. I mean, this promotion... this promotion has a WOMAN CHAMPION. And while I surely identify with feminism and in fact read Gloria Stienem's weekly blog... I mean, this is why we have EQUAL RIGHTS LAWS and why our government NEEDS TO ENACT MORE LAWS. To ENSURE women have equal rights, because they are too weak to fend for themselves! This promotion is LUCKY to have The Entourage. The Unchained Beast, the most powerful force in this industry. Myself, a man with a genius-level IQ, an art-school pedigree and the integrity to tell you... the fat Republican couch potatoes swaddled with bad credit, bad acne and dumb, illiterate, public school educated children... HOW TO LIVE YOUR LIVES. All together under the watchful of THIS MAN... Troy Windham, the KING of all WRESTLING, the man responsible for the success of the CSWA, the success of the NFW... THE MAN RESPONSIBLE FOR DESTROYING GWE... guiding us, his chosen mentors... The Entourage...
This promotion, if they had ANY CLUE what they were doing... would just HAND US THE TAG TEAM TITLES WE RIGHTFULLY DESERVE! But alas and alack, that would mean the people running this should would OWN a MAGNETIC FIELDS ALBUM! But they don't, so... sigh... we have to have a match.
It's cool, though. I've had my eyes on degrading and destroying Joey Melton for ages. Joey Melton, the aging pony-tailed Vegan Green Party member. The type of guy who listens to... UGH... WORLD MUSIC. Or has a David Crosby b-sides comp. President of the Rod Steward Jizz-Jar Fan Club. A subscription to The Nation WITHOUT a subscription to AdBusters. The old man who hangs out at the Vegan Co-Ops I go to but does NOT BUY ORGANIC. The old man who goes to the World Bank protest and talks about how he FOUGHT TO SOLVE THE LOOMING ENVIRO-CRISIS... but bought and paid for a SUV... a man who despite his one earring, his Indian Dreamcatcher over his bed and his old Susan Sontag paperbacks STILL IS A MEMBER OF THE BOURGEIOUS AMERIKKKAN MILITARY INDUSTRIAL CONGLOMERATE...
As far as the other dude, Cammy Cruise... Cammy, face it, you aren't over, you haven't been over and you NEVER WILL BE OVER. And not only that, you'd do ANYTHING to be in MY SPOT right now... on the good side of your RIGHTFUL RULER The Epitome Troy Windham.
In a few short weeks, Project... The Entourage is going to begin their ascent to the TOP of this industry. And there's NOTHING you can do about it... because you're going to GET what you deserve... unless you BOW DOWN BEFORE THE ONE... (camera closes in on Troy's portrait.) YOU SERVE. (FTB)
TSiegel
I spoil things.
(Fadein, Cameron Cruise in front of an EPW Aggression backdrop.)
CRUISE: Before I go any further, I can't help but just put forth the acknowledgement.
(Cruise slaps himself with both hands across the chest in between chants of "All Hail...Zoltan!!.....All Hail...Zoltan!!........The one who has it all!!....the idiot who believes in the Emperor of all those who SLACK!!.....The one who believes in a man who'll face a three-hundred pound ASSERTIVE version of Beast.....but won't face me one on one in a BATTLE ROYALE!!!....all hail....ZOLTAN.
(Cruise finishes with a flip of the bird towards the camera before continuing.)
You see you pathetic imbecile, I just like the others am just as surprised as the others that Lindsay Troy pulled one over on the entire league in discovering her to be the person behind the mask. But then again, whether or not Beast can decide now-a-days, it doesn't matter whether or not she's a woman, not in the least. The fact is, she dropped the World Tag Team titles and...if you'll pardon the expression....kicked it up a notch while you're sitting in the back reading Gloria Estefan's latest diary entry.
Hey, everyone's got a hobby, fool. Joey's just picked one in being a loyal and compassionate follower of someone who's had just as much success in his career as he has.
That and their both engaged to women fifteen years, plus their minor.
But let's not get ahead of ourselves shall we?? I mean, after all you're right. In both times Joey and myself lost the tag titles or a shot at them....I was the one that got pinned.
Therefore it HAS to be me right??
Wrong, irritant. On the contrary, both Joey and myself are the BIGGEST reason why Russian Roulette WAS a success, regardless of whether or not we came out with the titles.
The people come to see US....THE PROJECT, because it's satisfaction beyond guarantees and promises!!
(The camera closes in temporarily on Cruise's face)
We both may be married or soon-to-be-married men Zilch, but just between the two of us....women around the world really don't give a sh*t.
We pack barn houses and palaces, arenas and backyards, because quite frankly everyone wants to see OUR team....not YOURS.
Therefore, from whatever dillusional world you come from Zoltan and Emeril's fat disgusting cousin....actually Emeril is a big guy so it can go either way.....you bring what you got to work with, and we'll see after it's all said and done who's serving whom.
Because that's a Reality Check that you two MORONS....just....won't....like.
(Fadeout.)
What have you done lately??
CRUISE: Before I go any further, I can't help but just put forth the acknowledgement.
(Cruise slaps himself with both hands across the chest in between chants of "All Hail...Zoltan!!.....All Hail...Zoltan!!........The one who has it all!!....the idiot who believes in the Emperor of all those who SLACK!!.....The one who believes in a man who'll face a three-hundred pound ASSERTIVE version of Beast.....but won't face me one on one in a BATTLE ROYALE!!!....all hail....ZOLTAN.
(Cruise finishes with a flip of the bird towards the camera before continuing.)
You see you pathetic imbecile, I just like the others am just as surprised as the others that Lindsay Troy pulled one over on the entire league in discovering her to be the person behind the mask. But then again, whether or not Beast can decide now-a-days, it doesn't matter whether or not she's a woman, not in the least. The fact is, she dropped the World Tag Team titles and...if you'll pardon the expression....kicked it up a notch while you're sitting in the back reading Gloria Estefan's latest diary entry.
Hey, everyone's got a hobby, fool. Joey's just picked one in being a loyal and compassionate follower of someone who's had just as much success in his career as he has.
That and their both engaged to women fifteen years, plus their minor.
But let's not get ahead of ourselves shall we?? I mean, after all you're right. In both times Joey and myself lost the tag titles or a shot at them....I was the one that got pinned.
Therefore it HAS to be me right??
Wrong, irritant. On the contrary, both Joey and myself are the BIGGEST reason why Russian Roulette WAS a success, regardless of whether or not we came out with the titles.
The people come to see US....THE PROJECT, because it's satisfaction beyond guarantees and promises!!
(The camera closes in temporarily on Cruise's face)
We both may be married or soon-to-be-married men Zilch, but just between the two of us....women around the world really don't give a sh*t.
We pack barn houses and palaces, arenas and backyards, because quite frankly everyone wants to see OUR team....not YOURS.
Therefore, from whatever dillusional world you come from Zoltan and Emeril's fat disgusting cousin....actually Emeril is a big guy so it can go either way.....you bring what you got to work with, and we'll see after it's all said and done who's serving whom.
Because that's a Reality Check that you two MORONS....just....won't....like.
(Fadeout.)
What have you done lately??
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(CUT TO: Zoltan, August and the Warhol-style portrait of Troy Windham. August is wearing a MOVEONDOTORG T-Shirt and a smirk.)
AUGUST: That... now THAT... is EXACTLY what I'm talking about. THAT is what I am talking about when I say that AmeriKKKa is filled with nothing but IGNORANCE. The bourgeois values of the suburban dream is what has caused The AmeriKKKan dream to morph into the reality of the AmeriKKKan nightmare in which we live.
Cameron Cruise... WHAT DO YOU STAND FOR? I'll tell you what you stand for. You stand for an attempt to impress those that worship at the altar of the almight American pop culture, the almighty dollar. You represent the bleakness of American life, the fact that Survivor is somehow... SOMEHOW... more popular than Are You Being Served, that Usher can be heard on the radio yet Morrissey cannot, that you can but a copy of Sports Illustrated anywhere but you cannot get a copy of AdBuster's at the local convenience store... you represent the idiocy of this population who dare not recognize the genius of artists I endorse... the idiocy of this population who, like my wealthy father, do not understand me, my art nor my words...
But Cameron Cruise... not only do you represent this horrible, detestible culture... BUT YOU REPRESENT IT POORLY.
You see, my mentor, my patron, my benefactor Troy Windham... he is a rock star in the truest sense. He is a star on many UPN sit-coms, he has won a Cable Ace Award for his work on the Lifetime network, he has hosted a MTV Real World/Road Rules Challenge. And while he is a mass media icon, he... in all his largesse... cares about the well-being of his many, many fans. Which is why he has personally chosen me to be his protege... because Troy Windham WANTS ME to educate his fans, to tell the world how to live their life, to show them the follies of their government, culture and livelihood.
Cameron Cruise, that is why I am in this position... hand-selected to procure the tag team championship for The Great Man, The Epitome Troy Windham. He COULD have chosen you, Cameron, and don't deny it... you've petitioned him several times in the past to be his protege. But that is why he has snubbed you, Cameron, and that is why you are stuck parrotting the lines of an impotent man in his 60's who still thinks Starship is a viable artistic entity.
Cameron Cruise, you are a flittering gnat on this planet... Planet Troy. And because of that, me and The Unchained Beast WILL crush you and your elderly tag team partner. You will get what you deserve. You will bow down before the one you serve. Free Mumia. Free Ward Churchill. (FTB)
AUGUST: That... now THAT... is EXACTLY what I'm talking about. THAT is what I am talking about when I say that AmeriKKKa is filled with nothing but IGNORANCE. The bourgeois values of the suburban dream is what has caused The AmeriKKKan dream to morph into the reality of the AmeriKKKan nightmare in which we live.
Cameron Cruise... WHAT DO YOU STAND FOR? I'll tell you what you stand for. You stand for an attempt to impress those that worship at the altar of the almight American pop culture, the almighty dollar. You represent the bleakness of American life, the fact that Survivor is somehow... SOMEHOW... more popular than Are You Being Served, that Usher can be heard on the radio yet Morrissey cannot, that you can but a copy of Sports Illustrated anywhere but you cannot get a copy of AdBuster's at the local convenience store... you represent the idiocy of this population who dare not recognize the genius of artists I endorse... the idiocy of this population who, like my wealthy father, do not understand me, my art nor my words...
But Cameron Cruise... not only do you represent this horrible, detestible culture... BUT YOU REPRESENT IT POORLY.
You see, my mentor, my patron, my benefactor Troy Windham... he is a rock star in the truest sense. He is a star on many UPN sit-coms, he has won a Cable Ace Award for his work on the Lifetime network, he has hosted a MTV Real World/Road Rules Challenge. And while he is a mass media icon, he... in all his largesse... cares about the well-being of his many, many fans. Which is why he has personally chosen me to be his protege... because Troy Windham WANTS ME to educate his fans, to tell the world how to live their life, to show them the follies of their government, culture and livelihood.
Cameron Cruise, that is why I am in this position... hand-selected to procure the tag team championship for The Great Man, The Epitome Troy Windham. He COULD have chosen you, Cameron, and don't deny it... you've petitioned him several times in the past to be his protege. But that is why he has snubbed you, Cameron, and that is why you are stuck parrotting the lines of an impotent man in his 60's who still thinks Starship is a viable artistic entity.
Cameron Cruise, you are a flittering gnat on this planet... Planet Troy. And because of that, me and The Unchained Beast WILL crush you and your elderly tag team partner. You will get what you deserve. You will bow down before the one you serve. Free Mumia. Free Ward Churchill. (FTB)
Steve
the EX-QUEEN of FW~!
(FADEIN: Joey Melton in front of an EPW backdrop.)
MELTON: The ***** of living in a capitalistic world August, is every two years Windham’s new bottom sees empowerment in it’s visual form on a Lifetime original movie, calls a martial abuse shelter, and takes his mouth off Troy’s strap on to hit the pavement in search of a better world. Sure, it’s fun tying Windham’s shoes for a year, but it’s never right is it? The loop wasn’t tucked correctly, or it’s too snug on the Epitome’s foot. Try as you might, Troy can’t be pleased. And the conflicted feelings born from this damn your artwork.
You even went to a 12-month massage school to cool him down after those long L.A. half days of auditioning for Michael Bay historical rapings, and working two-hour shifts at a diner populated by other B-celebrity cast offs. You watched, giddy with hope and promise as your personal Jesus handed off his spec script, despite the air-tight market, to Michael Cade. Yes, THE Michael Cade. Sly from “California Dreams.”
You watched from the opposite corner booth as Troy brought Michael’s Cesar Salad, slipped the script across the table and asked Sly if he ever f*cked Kelly Packard.
Then you go home and masturbate, under your ceiling hung Gael Garcia Bernal poster, and role-play with your other socialist trust fund friends.
“Eww Ewww. Ewww. What if Congress did THIS?”
“What if Scott Baio was made president of the World Bank!”
“No you *****, that’s BONO’S JOB!”
“You shut up!”
But at least you have the Epitome’s hand up your ass. Your queer friends can’t say that, can they? The blind leading the blonde. The Circle of life in a nutshell. Here’s some free advice, p*ssy. Maybe I’ll write it on a piece of sketch paper, sign it, and you can show it off at your next Russian Literature book club meeting. My words, handwritten, telling you to go **** yourself…why, that’ll make that little whore who just got published online, wet with jealousy won’t it? Probably even more so than when you bumped into Eric Estrada and asked him for his last grocery bill.
Your personal Jesus…version 2.0 of the savior. He still lacks the balls to tell his father no. Windham’s just a high school drop out living vicariously through pop-culture. Crashing MTV set pieces, with home-made name tags that read, “Host.”
He’ll spin tells of bedding Brooke Burke. Of, bumping into Sigourney Weaver at a JC Penny’s, and fingering her in a woman’s dressing room. But, you know he’s lying. Weaver’s filming in Brazil for the next month. You wonder if Troy can tell the difference. If, every ***** he meets is somebody. He’s Russell Crowe in “A Beautiful Mind.” You’ve seen this, haven’t you August? You just…have to feel connected somehow. You’ve shunned your friends, and befriend a mute, retard because well, you did it in grade school as a boy. On your education field trips to public schools, as the bus slowed to a slow crawl on the tour, you saw a pug-nosed, balding, retard ramming his head into a brick wall, and you wanted to save someone. Just like Jane Fonda, freed herself from forced martial orgies, and helped all those lazy, fat-assed, *****es lose weight and retighten their *****.
I bet you even let Zoltan post your Ebay ads for you. Selling personal Artwork, $4.95 at a time. Maybe, some dumbass in Missouri thinks you’re talented, but it doesn’t matter what people hang up in their bathrooms, kid. It’s **** one way or the other.
You keep touring with Troy. You keep editing his scripts. But, don’t let this turn into another high-profile court case. When Troy buys an abandoned amusement park, and puts out feelers to all needy, drug induced parents with young boys. Stand up to Windham, and just say no.
Windham may molest you after figure drawing sessions, but you know, and I bet Zoltan does too, that there’s a line to be crossed.
TRANSLATION: You can be saved.
Set your sights on the brightest star in the galaxy. Cameron Cruise! Every school girl’s dream! Cameron said it best. Actually…I can’t remember what he said right now, but I’m sure it was brilliant, and winning.
He’s just that good.
The Cameron Cruise Project’s got a date with destiny. And after we **** her, your liberal arts momma is next.
We’ll wrestle anywhere, and anybody for money. That’s our M.O. That barnyard Cruise brought up…sold-out last weekend! Two hundred of the best female Kansas undergrads, packed in like ****ing sardines inside Farmer Johnson’s 100 year-old barn. Cruise and I, beat the **** out of Adrian and his old-tag team buddy, Little Panda. And afterwards, August, we took those honor roll students on a real Hay Ride. The kind, churches stopped promoting in the 70’s.
We’ve been to the sixty-minute limit on cruise ships, with wild bears jamming to The Game over the PA system. I’ve been to the African Bush, the real African bush, not the transfers you stalked at school, and beaten some of the best shoot fighters in a mud pit, with Adrian strung up 30 feet above an Alligator reserve.
I, and Cameron and I do it all for the money, the fame, the glory! Fortune and glory, August. Maybe that’s pollution to your socialist ears, but who in this country gives a ****.
Run off and listen to you’re A-sides of The Smiths, and rare recordings of The Cubs. Write about your weekend protesting the new opening of a mini-mall in downtown Delaware. The world needs people like you, August. Just like it needs Cruise and I.
It’s kinda like why I teamed with Cammy in the first place.
Looking good by comparison means you only have to work half as hard.
Maybe some people around here feel the need to don a mask to get the job done, but for the Project it’s business as usual. Troy Windham’s new ***** won’t be a big enough distraction to stop us from reclaiming what’s rightfully ours.
I made a Shiite leader submit in the figure four last fall in Iran, in a friendly exhibition. What makes you think an Ebay quality artist, and a ****ing mute can put up more resistance?
(FTB)
MELTON: The ***** of living in a capitalistic world August, is every two years Windham’s new bottom sees empowerment in it’s visual form on a Lifetime original movie, calls a martial abuse shelter, and takes his mouth off Troy’s strap on to hit the pavement in search of a better world. Sure, it’s fun tying Windham’s shoes for a year, but it’s never right is it? The loop wasn’t tucked correctly, or it’s too snug on the Epitome’s foot. Try as you might, Troy can’t be pleased. And the conflicted feelings born from this damn your artwork.
You even went to a 12-month massage school to cool him down after those long L.A. half days of auditioning for Michael Bay historical rapings, and working two-hour shifts at a diner populated by other B-celebrity cast offs. You watched, giddy with hope and promise as your personal Jesus handed off his spec script, despite the air-tight market, to Michael Cade. Yes, THE Michael Cade. Sly from “California Dreams.”
You watched from the opposite corner booth as Troy brought Michael’s Cesar Salad, slipped the script across the table and asked Sly if he ever f*cked Kelly Packard.
Then you go home and masturbate, under your ceiling hung Gael Garcia Bernal poster, and role-play with your other socialist trust fund friends.
“Eww Ewww. Ewww. What if Congress did THIS?”
“What if Scott Baio was made president of the World Bank!”
“No you *****, that’s BONO’S JOB!”
“You shut up!”
But at least you have the Epitome’s hand up your ass. Your queer friends can’t say that, can they? The blind leading the blonde. The Circle of life in a nutshell. Here’s some free advice, p*ssy. Maybe I’ll write it on a piece of sketch paper, sign it, and you can show it off at your next Russian Literature book club meeting. My words, handwritten, telling you to go **** yourself…why, that’ll make that little whore who just got published online, wet with jealousy won’t it? Probably even more so than when you bumped into Eric Estrada and asked him for his last grocery bill.
Your personal Jesus…version 2.0 of the savior. He still lacks the balls to tell his father no. Windham’s just a high school drop out living vicariously through pop-culture. Crashing MTV set pieces, with home-made name tags that read, “Host.”
He’ll spin tells of bedding Brooke Burke. Of, bumping into Sigourney Weaver at a JC Penny’s, and fingering her in a woman’s dressing room. But, you know he’s lying. Weaver’s filming in Brazil for the next month. You wonder if Troy can tell the difference. If, every ***** he meets is somebody. He’s Russell Crowe in “A Beautiful Mind.” You’ve seen this, haven’t you August? You just…have to feel connected somehow. You’ve shunned your friends, and befriend a mute, retard because well, you did it in grade school as a boy. On your education field trips to public schools, as the bus slowed to a slow crawl on the tour, you saw a pug-nosed, balding, retard ramming his head into a brick wall, and you wanted to save someone. Just like Jane Fonda, freed herself from forced martial orgies, and helped all those lazy, fat-assed, *****es lose weight and retighten their *****.
I bet you even let Zoltan post your Ebay ads for you. Selling personal Artwork, $4.95 at a time. Maybe, some dumbass in Missouri thinks you’re talented, but it doesn’t matter what people hang up in their bathrooms, kid. It’s **** one way or the other.
You keep touring with Troy. You keep editing his scripts. But, don’t let this turn into another high-profile court case. When Troy buys an abandoned amusement park, and puts out feelers to all needy, drug induced parents with young boys. Stand up to Windham, and just say no.
Windham may molest you after figure drawing sessions, but you know, and I bet Zoltan does too, that there’s a line to be crossed.
TRANSLATION: You can be saved.
Set your sights on the brightest star in the galaxy. Cameron Cruise! Every school girl’s dream! Cameron said it best. Actually…I can’t remember what he said right now, but I’m sure it was brilliant, and winning.
He’s just that good.
The Cameron Cruise Project’s got a date with destiny. And after we **** her, your liberal arts momma is next.
We’ll wrestle anywhere, and anybody for money. That’s our M.O. That barnyard Cruise brought up…sold-out last weekend! Two hundred of the best female Kansas undergrads, packed in like ****ing sardines inside Farmer Johnson’s 100 year-old barn. Cruise and I, beat the **** out of Adrian and his old-tag team buddy, Little Panda. And afterwards, August, we took those honor roll students on a real Hay Ride. The kind, churches stopped promoting in the 70’s.
We’ve been to the sixty-minute limit on cruise ships, with wild bears jamming to The Game over the PA system. I’ve been to the African Bush, the real African bush, not the transfers you stalked at school, and beaten some of the best shoot fighters in a mud pit, with Adrian strung up 30 feet above an Alligator reserve.
I, and Cameron and I do it all for the money, the fame, the glory! Fortune and glory, August. Maybe that’s pollution to your socialist ears, but who in this country gives a ****.
Run off and listen to you’re A-sides of The Smiths, and rare recordings of The Cubs. Write about your weekend protesting the new opening of a mini-mall in downtown Delaware. The world needs people like you, August. Just like it needs Cruise and I.
It’s kinda like why I teamed with Cammy in the first place.
Looking good by comparison means you only have to work half as hard.
Maybe some people around here feel the need to don a mask to get the job done, but for the Project it’s business as usual. Troy Windham’s new ***** won’t be a big enough distraction to stop us from reclaiming what’s rightfully ours.
I made a Shiite leader submit in the figure four last fall in Iran, in a friendly exhibition. What makes you think an Ebay quality artist, and a ****ing mute can put up more resistance?
(FTB)
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Steve
the EX-QUEEN of FW~!
(dropkicks my post above to see if it registers.)