ERIC CIARAMELLA
ERIC CIARAMELLA
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ERIC CIARAMELLA
ERIC CIARAMELLA
ERIC CIARAMELLA
ERIC CIARAMELLA
ERIC CIARAMELLA
ERIC CIARAMELLA
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Listen here, fat. First off, and my second point is Michelle Obama as my vice, the only person to ever beat me in a push-up contest since corn pop. But I am calling you out here on the show to remind all of us that Michelle Obama's right to present herself in such a manner as she pleases is my right to call her fat. A dish served in a restaurant has the right to exist, and I have the right to call Michelle Obama a fat slut.
Second point? Now that you're looking down the barrel of that desk with the pope's pecker peeking out, it's the time to put down the tray and turn it upside down. Everyone in this restaurant has already witnessed your tiny touching, and that's not just because the waiter is wearing an eye patch.