Simmons: “Omigod. Does my sweat smell like marmalade to you, Victor? Tell me the truth—it does, doesn’t it?”
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update: “Oh God. It’s poison, isn’t it? I’ve been poisoned, I just know it. Fucking Billy Blanks. He’s always resented my success, Victor.”
This post conjured up Paddington Bear imagery I can’t get out of my brain.
Heck, maybe deep down, I don’t really want to.
Paddington Bear? I got an afro, a wife-beater shirt, and baby blue striped jogging shorts….where is paddington when i need him?
Please, Mr. Ricard of the Simmonses, you must be to try the potato soup many, many time. For you, it is to be perfect okay. Right now. Please. I am not to kid you.
I honestly don’t think Russell Simmons would ever say anything remotely like that. Oh… RICHARD Simmons. That’s different. Nevermind…
Marmalade, I like marmalade…..marmalade, I like marmalade.
Really time to be puttin’ on the hits.
No takers on the marmalade reference?