My father... was a Clown... he would slice himself up into tiny pieces, then fly around the room while screaming Bink's Sake at the top of his lungs and crying for Roger...
My father... was a Clown... he would slice himself up into tiny pieces, then fly around the room while screaming Bink's Sake at the top of his lungs and crying for Roger...
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