Said it before, I'll say it again, Who's the Man?

Yeah, Baby. When I'm hangin' round the Crib with some fine ladies, I like to break out the smooth, clean taste of Colt 45 Malt Breast Milk. My ladies know that nothing else goes down quite as smooth as a warm, fresh Colt 45. I call it the Champaigne of Breast milk!
When I get older and get myself a Harley this is how I'm gonna hang on to the Handlebars. I'll get some nice Apehangers and a big, throaty exhaust and the women will come a runnin'! Then i'll head down to the Dinosaur and grab me a nice rack o' ribs and a cold one. Man, I'm gonna be soooo smooth......

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