The Daily Mail's Article on Rubbushing Your Mother Skills

I'm starved from television here. Can I ask any? By the time we get home after doing this show, it's like three o'clock in the morning. And there's nothing to watch because it's all French. There's nowhere else on Earth that has less English on signs and stuff. It's like they're digging their heels in. You gay, Carl. I might watch this show. But I don't think anything is going to turn me gay. Listen to this. Breathe the headline to Brooklyn. Chaos is Jackie O' pod thawde. At a restaurant. That turns into a nightclub of 12 AM as she urgently sends news. ED n Raina Brooklyn