Ray is correct; it is either duct tape or jail.

I could be talking about the weather or squash soup, and, if I'm within earshot of any children, I could be up on statutory charges.

There are going to be one of either 2 choices:
I flirt with an ugly trial and jail time, or...
make sure your kids are wearing their Beats for the entire weekend. Choice is yours. I'm flexible.


Last edited by BobKay; 06/03/14 09:17 PM.
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