"If you know what's good for you, you won't make me take my pacifier out. Ya dig? Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta go play trains with Jack Nicholson's daughter."
he had to fight his way free from the famous "Flying-Jen Leg-Scissors" (up till then the sure kiss of death) but once he did, the Jazz man opened up a 50 gallon drum of Whoop-A@# and walked away with the title.
Armed only with an Elmo bucket, our hero went out amongst the "Mahsters." He bravely marched his way down the street and got himself a bunch of "Cha-kit." He did not have to squirt his ink even once. Happy Halloween!
From happy-go-lucky cherub, to dignified elder statesman in a few snips...Pops will soon be giving "the talk." You know the one about styling products. I have charts and graphs. (Any one who knows me, probably does not doubt this)