Raised by Muppets
When I was a kid, nothing got me going like puppets. I was crazy for them. I couldn’t get enough of them. I wanted to live and breathe puppets.
When I was a kid, nothing got me going like puppets. I was crazy for them. I couldn’t get enough of them. I wanted to live and breathe puppets.
Deep beneath this rugged, snobby exterior lives a gentile, emotional, nuggety core ripe with feelings. Feelings and other icky things like love, and empathy – …