Since we're still going on about my Love's moral fibre deficiency, I'd like to
bring to the court's attention, yet another superiorly awesome example of how some things are awful(ly funny in context).
I whistle this sometimes when I'm out, just so I know who my peeps are when I see their heads come up and the faint look of recognition flash across their eyes as they try to place the awesomeness delivered in my fantastic off-key fashion.
If the court will excuse the made up adjectives, Judge Gladys Dykes' vodka is about to turn this into another impromptu pornographic experience. Please have your smartphones ready, Lenny will edit all the moments you capture into an epic 16 hour piece of cinematic brilliance.
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