You know what? If I am sneaky and get into your stupid fenced-off restricted zone, you should just let me fucking meet Donnie Wahlberg, okay? Like, I was so close to living out my childhood dream of jumping Donnie's bones. And then YOU, you life-ruining, 6'4, 350 pound angry black dude, have to come along and stomp on that dream with your roadie boots of oppression. Well, FUCK YOU, GINORMO. HAVE YOU NEVER HAD A DREAM?
I just wanted some face time with Donnie W. God. And by 'face' time, I mean 'climb him like a tree and stick my tongue in his mouth' time.
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