'What're these big-ass panties doing on my rail?' demanded Britney in the dressing room, 'Where's the name tag . . . These have clitty litter in them! Ugh!'
So long as he picked from the filth his prog.
It was a sitzprobe and the music was just popping up out of the pit – I was sitting right behind him – and he was having a ball.
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