Well here's a picture of Davie Giles at the Father's Day Show and Shine last year in Kelowna. He's got that real intelligent look on his face. The one that screams I'm a geriatric and need a bib for my drool.
You've got the cutest little baby face Skeletor. Sorry to hear you lost your keys.
Here's a picture of his lawyer Tricky Dicky.
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Who says crime doesn't pay? This is the view from Davie's deck in Kelowna. Not to say he's ever benefited from the proceeds of crime. Much.
Here he is on a run out in New Brunswick. I wonder what he's doing out there? If he closed his mouth once in a while he might be able to control that drool.
Pucker up you geriatric stud muffin. I want your drool.
A toast: To global domination and the Rocky Horror Cease Pools we turn thriving communities into wherever we go. Here's to the Return of the Cyst!
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