That is very possible.
they both suck
this would explain A LOT actually
Well it's pretty dam close.
That just might be true.Also, if you like Bob Ross:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKcMfQrqC7IOr even if you don't like the dude. This is simply funny.
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hehe, total look-alikes!
The myth is finally scientifically explained....
They're both ecstatically happy to the point that it's almost suspicious.
Lol bob ross! nice onefollowing :3
I've always been jealous of the hair.
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