Sunday night at tha Doyle residunce can only mean two things: cheese fondue and the Celebrity Apprentice. Oh, The Don. I got frickin stars in my eyes for The Don. Whadda sexy beast. I just know his pubes are combed right over his bawll sack but it don't botha Deb. If the Donald was willing to let ole' Deb have a squeeze, I'd be ok with the extra fuzz swirling around down there, Donny-boy. I bet he's got a pair like a coupla solid gold golf bawlls. Solid gold golf bawlls, covered in a pubic comb-over. Picha it... just close ya eyes and picha it. Mmmm-hmmm. Aw ya. That's what I'm talkin about.
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