Going Native - Chapter 4: Part II
I found Russell Crowe strangely naked without his Spanish to cover him
Previously: Chapter 4: Part I - My love, my love, you smell like black sausage
Go jump in a lake. Or something.
Concentrate. Concentrate. He’s asking me a question. What do I think of his new, his new, damn, missed it. I think he said cutlery. Or was it cupboards? I’m fairly sure he said cutlery. Well, it looks ok. Now he’s say…
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