Alright Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close- up: I feel pretty, oh, so pretty…
“But faaather, I don’t care if she’s got ‘uge tracks of land. I don’t want to marry her. I want to sing!”
*tracts. huge tracts of land. But otherwise, 2 very enthusiastic thumbs up. :-)
Uhhh, yeahhhh, that wasn’t a mistake, that was just to show the accent. Yeah, that’s the ticker…
And then Katy pretended she didn’t like anal… “No, Russel, not there!” But I knew better.
And then the bloomin’ doctor goes ‘You’ve got jaundice!’.
“Tip toe, through the tulips, with mee-ee…”
So now he’s back in England and he dresses relatively normally. What the fuck is that all about? Do they behead bizarro slobs in the UK?
“…and she left meeee! Wheeeheeee!”
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