Ok, I'll bite because my brain is melting from too much lawyer talk and government red tape.
Wow, I haven't worn harem pants since U Can't Touch This came out and even the it was for 2.5 seconds before some chicks ripped them off me and I said "Whoops?" It was a party. What happens at parties stays at parties, kind of like Las Vegas.
I dunno if turquoise is my color. The ones I had on way back then were gold lamé. Because sometimes I have to explain stuff to you: That's lamé with a é which means it's different from lame. They aren't the same thing.
I'm only posting this because Morgan is never going to be on the network. Like, ever.
P.S. I love you Pep. You never rip my pants off all rando ninja like that.