You see I'm waiting for the day when it all turns ugly, as all obsessional relationships do in the end.
The scene: BBB's lair, with a deep dark pit buried behind the dusty piles of DVD's of every Brad Dick posession he every had since he was in primary school.
Armstrong: (Groggily) W...where am I?
BBB: It puts the lotion on it's skin
Armstrong: What the hell? Where am I? Who the hell are you?"
BBB: IT PUTS THE LOTION ON ITS SKIN!
Armstrong: What ******* lotion? What is this s**t?
BBB: IT PUTS THE LOTION ON ITS SKIN OR ELSE IT GETS THE HOSE AGAIN!!!
Enter BBB wearing a cloak made from Brad Dick's discarded tendons...
Fly Fly away little Starling....fly fly away...
The scene: BBB's lair, with a deep dark pit buried behind the dusty piles of DVD's of every Brad Dick posession he every had since he was in primary school.
Armstrong: (Groggily) W...where am I?
BBB: It puts the lotion on it's skin
Armstrong: What the hell? Where am I? Who the hell are you?"
BBB: IT PUTS THE LOTION ON ITS SKIN!
Armstrong: What ******* lotion? What is this s**t?
BBB: IT PUTS THE LOTION ON ITS SKIN OR ELSE IT GETS THE HOSE AGAIN!!!
Enter BBB wearing a cloak made from Brad Dick's discarded tendons...
Fly Fly away little Starling....fly fly away...