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Thursday, July 7, 2011

Is Richard Simmons the Spawn of Bob Ross?

You decide:



PS:

Yes, I was bored.

And very, very talented.

14 comments:

  1. this would explain A LOT actually

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  2. That just might be true.

    Also, if you like Bob Ross:
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKcMfQrqC7I

    Or even if you don't like the dude. This is simply funny.

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  3. you have made your point! lol
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  4. The myth is finally scientifically explained....

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  5. They're both ecstatically happy to the point that it's almost suspicious.

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  6. Lol bob ross! nice one
    following :3

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  7. I've always been jealous of the hair.

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  8. Lovely babe! Let`s follow each other!
    xoxo

    FashionSpot.ro

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  9. Hi, Nice post I enjoyed reading it. Can I contact you through your email? Please email me back. Thanks!

    Thanks!

    Joel
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