Beeko draws cartoons for some dude named Brad. His strippin' business thrives.
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| Keep pumpin' 'em out! KA-CHING! | |
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| Yes sir. You know I'm trying to illustrate the future of your universe if you don't accept Motherfucking Kevin Costner as your savior, right? | |
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Costner edits cartoons all day. Sits on the golf course trying not to cry.
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| Why the fuck am I even here? I'm Goddamn Motherfucking Kevin The Almighty Costner for Costnerssakes! | |
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| And Costner, he wants to change conventions. For he is the Bodyguard. | |
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| Listen dickweed, I'm about 3 seconds from giving you a Flying-V enema. You feel me? | |
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