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But you’re love can’t pay my bills …
By Me | November 13, 2005
Most eight year old boys have friends who come over.
Not our Ricky. Nope.
R: Mama, can my customer Toby come in?
DIM: Customer? You have customers?
R: Yeah. Can he come in?
DIM: How much money are you making?
R: Huh?
DIM: Never mind. :::sigh:::
Topics: Boy People |
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