Her ten-year-ole is called Brad. Little fucker broke my PlayStation, but he won't admit it. You can't tell… — DBC Pierre
Her ten-year-ole is called Brad. Little fucker broke my PlayStation, but he won't admit it. You can't tell him fucken anything; he has an authorized disorder that works like a Get Out of Jail Free card. Me, I only have a condition.
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