Yah, right. Fat Shat on one of his horses loping through a scene, like Elvis in search of a plate of biscuits.
"Here Pine, hold my hairpiece!"
Two words: "Jesus tap-dancing Christ....."
The Shat has moved on to Boston Legal, for which he's done a bang-up job. Let him be.
"Here Pine, hold my hairpiece!"
Two words: "Jesus tap-dancing Christ....."
The Shat has moved on to Boston Legal, for which he's done a bang-up job. Let him be.