Apparently, the strain of being away from a house jammed to the gunnels with females (that means girls, LePeepee) has gotten to the brain of the lig's commissioner, Kelpy McTeenypeeny.
"You can call me 'Danielle' from now on, or don't talk to me at all!" screamed the formerly sane owner of the Balloon Knots. Seen below during a recent business trip, the now plus-sized gal was proudly letting it all hang - or bulge - out.
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| Danielle catches a few Zs. |
In a poignant and touching story of utterly pointless do-gooding, best friend, Rupert, set out across the globe to attempt a solo intervention. Seen below working feverishly on his huge laptop computer in an airport while en route to intercept 'Danielle' before a pivotal visit to a European clinic (and you know it's him because you can plainly see the foo mustache and beard), Rupie did everything he could to help his unwell friend avoid a costly mistake.
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| Rupert valiantly typing sternly worded appeal to Customs officials to deny Danielle exit from the country while waiting to intercept Danielle at the airport. |
In a statement written in small pieces of macaroni glued to a cardboard box, older brothers Grimisk and Bertrand appeared to have confirmed as much by saying, "It's true - we don't care."
Troubled and estranged children and family members have been unable to convince Danielle that he should stop his vag-quest. Even the normally supportive Karplunk was quoted as saying, "if he goes through with this, I'm going to kick his bitch ass!"
Controversy, you are no stranger to Iceball.


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