‘My Marge. Marge, my love. My little Margie knows I love her, and that I won’t go with that nasty Tom to San Francisco.’
And then there’s this, which understands Tom a lot better in some ways, though it does try over-hard to drain the gay...
‘My Marge. Marge, my love. My little Margie knows I love her, and that I won’t go with that nasty Tom to San Francisco.’
wow goodbye everyone i lived a good life take off my clothes it was just a gag and my shoes too oH WOW THERE GOES THE...