No, I'm not worried about that bitch on the ceiling;
I'm talking about that camera angle making it
seem like I'm kneeling in front of Ryan Reynolds and
preparing to rip down those flimsy-ass pajama bottoms.
'Bottoms' it is, Mr. Reynolds!
"I'll get down on my knees...for you-oo-oou!"
"Oops! Sorry Mr. Cohen, I just
seemed to have tripped. Man, your thick ol'
tree trunk legs make a nice resting space...
what's that my head is resting on?
Such a firm--and delicious--pillow...I may
never leave. And that juice I spilled..
it's everywhere! Waste not, want not; guess
I'll need to clean all that up...lickity split!"
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