Can We Bleep It With the Hunk?

"I lost my whistle in the front of my navel. My uvula is all traumatized because it didn't want to be on the show." "Can we bleep it with the hunk? Like, you know... The clown horn or a bicorn?" 'The image in my mind was a cake and I'm just putting buttercream on it' "'It's bobbing for shame.' That's my new TT white bird," she says. ''We're going to bleep it,'" he adds. ""You'll just know it's something not over the line,'"'She doesn't even like me anymore', said her friend Rachel.'"''This is what happens