Poor Jimmy is a little anemic. I suspect a smidgen of the runs, as well. But pump some Nestle's Quik into the boy, and, voila, he's dancing as fast as he can.
The cheerleaders are not impressed, Jimmy!
Jimmy, are you queer?
Jimmy may be buckling under the pressure of the expectations of white, middle-class, American conservatism of the 1960s.
Was ist das problem, wimp?
Here you go, kid. The first one's free.
Too bad he later dies in Vietnam.
We'll star in Enzyte commercials forty years later!!!!
I'm left with a profound feeling of sadness due to the tragedies that could have been avoided if only the miracle of Quik had been better known.
You just need a cold glass of Nestle's Quik, f! Apparently.
I blame it on the heat, fuzz.
What are the odds that little blonde cheerleader was your mom? Hmmm?
Since you asked, I'm doing it now! And by now, I don't exactly mean right now, or even the next day, or so. But I will do it! Remember, I've got The Slows.
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A-haaa so that's what I've got today! - I've got The Slow!
You just need a cold glass of Nestle's Quik, f! Apparently.
I blame it on the heat, fuzz.
What are the odds that little blonde cheerleader was your mom? Hmmm?
Since you asked, I'm doing it now! And by now, I don't exactly mean right now, or even the next day, or so. But I will do it! Remember, I've got The Slows.
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