Jackie Chan is a whacky man, doing what a hackie can. Still, I thought his portrayal of the accidental spy was an occidental cry for helpful merciles penibangs. Dude, otrusion and brave contusions lied to a cast of maliciously delicious off full mother plungers eating crap for their potatoes, and nacho cheese for their french toast. Why was it then, when I was observing the films of Jackie Chan, that I got such an incredjoulously hunourmous boner that I ripped my pants and watered the plants when I did my dance? That's because Jackie is an orphan, incredibly well-versed in kung fu, and inevitably devoted to hang you. Get your
Mind out of the Guttermouth
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