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…to bite a radish that has been carved into the shape of a swan in half with a guy you have a bromance with, you just have to jump at the chance.




You’ll forever be my radish swan sharer, Pudds.

See you in a year… hopefully,


…is representing “The Roberts” all the way over in London!

I’m not big in Japan,


Old Poop!