On the left is John Rambo. He is a killing machine. He hides in mud walls and takes out entire police forces with his hands. He is coming to get you.
On the right is Jonathan Rambo. He is chill-axing. Maybe he is running to Walmart. Maybe he is meeting the guys for drinks at the Rusty Scupper. He can drink. He can dance. Look at those shiny shoes. He could out dance you all. In town you're the law, in here it's him. Don't push it. Don't push it or he'll give you a dance you won't believe. And he doesn't believe in sleeves.
Let it go. Let it go. It's over. This blog is over.
NOTHING IS OVER!
Because I have tons of these guys.
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