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JoJo Bean


(DDT) Move Over Clark Gable (09)


(DDT) Move Over Clark Gable


Move over Clark Gable

There is a new stud in the stable

And he used to be mistaken for Walter Mathau

But he is sharp and shaven now


Just look at that pencil mustache

He will have all the ladies batting their lash

So move over Clark Gable

There is a new stud in the stable




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Submitted: Friday, February 27, 2009
Edited: Friday, February 27, 2009
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  • David Harris (9/14/2009 4:43:00 PM)

    Lil sis, somehow I missed this one, but I've found it now. Another smiler. Top marks and thanks for sharing it.
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