Psychobabble, Freudian slip. . . "Ali's a bum!" . . Strange proclamation considering the internal membrane of The Champ's arse is more purified than this man's terrible oral hygiene.
What we have here is a certified case of untreated gum disease. Toxins running through his blood stream, clambering up the the man's carotid artery and poisoning the brain. No sense. No use. Ranting at any poor b*stard in range.
The filming stopped. Pants fell to ankles. Yellow stained briefs. Belt buckle trailing along the floor as he shuffled over to a janitor dragging his mop, back and forth. . . "Gatti!? Pphh, I had a guppy fish that would've outfought that little pr*ck"
What we have here is a certified case of untreated gum disease. Toxins running through his blood stream, clambering up the the man's carotid artery and poisoning the brain. No sense. No use. Ranting at any poor b*stard in range.
The filming stopped. Pants fell to ankles. Yellow stained briefs. Belt buckle trailing along the floor as he shuffled over to a janitor dragging his mop, back and forth. . . "Gatti!? Pphh, I had a guppy fish that would've outfought that little pr*ck"
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