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Radical Jackson

finally has a fire in his belly, but regrets eating those matches.

Dear Funny or Die, I want you to know something. I like you. No, I mean it, baby. I LIKE-like you. That's why I made you this video. So if you want to stop playing around and take this to the next level -- the cosmic level -- you know where to find me. And baby? I hope you do... find me, that is. **pressing my fingers against your lips** Because I'm lost without you, Funny or Die. Like a dolphin without echolocation. **panther stare** **mustang nostrils** **camel lips** Love, Ward