That Hulk thing has been bugging me for years.
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Actually, George is a year younger than me. And that’s not old. It’s not. Seriously.
Not my day to watch him. I can’t be blamed.
Tighty-whities are only cool on four year olds and were-lizards (see last night’s episode of X-files).
I prefer the boxer-brief. Snug and stylish. With a slightly less dorky look.