Your obsessed with my moobs.
what name have you given them?
they looked like a Priscilla to me
Let me tell you the story of Right Moob, Left Moob. It's a tale of good and evil. Hate: it was with this Moob that Cane iced his brother. Love: this Moob, it goes straight to the soul of man. The right Moob: the Moob of love. The story of life is this: static. One Moob is always fighting the other Moob, and the left Moob is kicking much ass. I mean, it looks like the right Moob, Love, is finished. But hold on, stop the presses, the right Moob is coming back. Yeah, he got the left Moob on the ropes, now, that's right. Ooh, it's a devastating right and Hate is hurt, he's down. Left-Moob Hate KOed by Love.
