TMS 2953: Firecracker Boobs

Nut Sundae. Peach Comma Teaaaaaaaaaaaa. Scott Is Louder In His Head. There’s Chocolate On His Sweater Already, Neopolitan Spaghetti. That’s Totally a Glape. The food’s good at the hotel, but there’s no atmosphere. In space no one can hear you scam. AI Eater Lad. Solo cup fred. Mini Minucci. I Missed BaldCon By a Hair. Vodka Drunkinski. Jerry’s Got Skill…