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Rare videotape of Deuce's early career in the Royal Shakespeare Company . . .
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| Now is the winter of our discontent changed to the glorious summer of York . . . | |
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Fuck seems to be having trouble memorizing his lines . . .
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| He rapps teh fukin . . . *bleep* Heh heh, I'm sorry, is it "Nales teh Fuckin Bich" or "Rapps teh Fukin' hoar?" | |
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| Ha ha ha! Okay, okay - let's try it again. Heh heh heh! I'm sorry, he keeps making that face! Okay, okay, for real this time. *ahem* | |
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Things Get a little heated on the set of "TOBOR, the Cornhole slayer."
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| RAAAR! TOBOR WILL CORNHOLE . . . What the? Who the *bleep* is talking on the set over there?! | |
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| Seriously, guys, can we TRY to be *bleep* professionals here?! | |
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