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Wadda mean I gotta sit ere till I eat everything on my plate!
Damien? Is that you?
All those blue-haired hotties you could’ve mingled with
Ketchup, Bun, Apple Kool-Aid. I’d be pissed to.
You look familiar, like I feel like I’ve seen an older version of this kid. Not sure why.
“Let’s blow this popsicle stand!”
*(heads directly to a popsicle stand)*
Place is dead yo.
Looks like he may have eaten the hot dog, and left the bun behind.
“When I tell you I’ve seen stuff….I’ve seen stuff.
News flash, we were all too cool for the church picnic.
A little stinker giving the stink-eye.
That kids trouble. That’s what you see.
Watch you talkin’ about, Willis?