Was it kino?
Was it kino?
Austin King
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Luis Phillips
yep!
Adam James
Wish they kept some of the deleted scenes.
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Henry Cruz
Cooper Rodriguez
friendly reminder Megan won
Brayden Myers
>I told you, the costume shop was closed, the temple was open!
Always gets me. Spot on delivery.
Carson Peterson
>it’s a kimbo slice episode
Michael Baker
>RL Burnside- Come On In
Based Drake
James Long
Robert Diaz
Kevin Robinson
this can't be real
Colton Morris
DAN CANT KEEP GETTING AWAYS WITH IT
Connor Clark
>the man with a plan and a van
Christian Turner
IRL josh would be the chad and drake the incel
Easton Nelson
Wow I remember this episode, I think they only ever aired it once
How the fuck did get they get away with this? It's even weirder in the episode because they both act Irish and keep insisting they're Irish to people, unless that was probably a joke too
Jace Wood
What happened with Drake?
Aaron Morales
It was kind of cringe for me because some kid at school acted just like Josh with his spastic way of talking
William Rodriguez
YOU JUST KNOW
Owen Powell
>They sell fake beards at the temple
Subtle kek
Cameron Cox
Easton King
Lucky Josh. She already has her legendary dick sucking lips.
Jack Peterson
Is this a "minus"?
Evan Gutierrez
That's so fucked up, Yea Forums. Shame on you.
Jose Nelson
I’m surprised the step dad never killed himself. Megan, drake, and his wife never respected him or his profession as a weatherman
Michael Cox
IT'S GONNA TAKE SOME TIME TO PAY THIS FINE
Jason Evans
They lived in a pretty nice fucking house. His wife better been providing the poon on an hourly basis
Alexander Thompson
Better question is what's the reboot without any whites gonna be like.
Blake Gomez
Do you think Dan did her so young, or he waited until iCarly?
William Baker
To be fucked by Dan Schneider... It must really take a toll. You're telling yourself you're doing it for your career - actually convincing yourself that you want this - but every part of you is resisting. Every muscle, every neuron in your brain, is revolted. His trail of cold, slimy saliva all over your quivering feet. His sausage fingers, probing and greasy. He takes them out of you and slurps at them as he did after devouring the fried chicken that some intern brought to him, just before your 'contract negotiation' began.
Afterwards, you know that he owns your body, but not your soul. You lost a part of it; threw it away rather than let him have it. You're just a bit more hollow now. It wasn't worth it. If you could go back and tell yourself not to do it, the younger one would tell you to buck up. This is everything you've worked for. How bad could it be?
So you're forced to replay every sordid encounter, willing the memory to change, just once. You lie awake in bed, wondering if it was rape. If in forcing yourself to stay still, maybe you raped yourself? You wonder if you could give all of this up. If it came to light that you let him do... that... to you in exchange for your fame you'd be ripped to pieces in the media. No amount of apologies to fans, or rehab or charity work would undo it. Even suicide wouldn't cleanse you. You'll never be able to forget. Never be free.
At least you've made it in Hollywood.
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At what price sigh...