Mrs. Benson, please. I– Because of you, I had to stop right in the middle of rubbing anti-tick lotion on Freddie! Mom, I don’t have ticks! They hide in your leg hair. I don’t have leg hair! Which worries me deeply! Uh. Freddie, you didn’t sign the shampoo agreement. How do I know if…
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Mrs. Benson, please. I– Because of you, I had to stop right in the middle of rubbing anti-tick lotion on Freddie! Mom, I don’t have ticks! They hide in your leg hair. I don’t have leg hair! Which worries me deeply! Uh. Freddie, you didn’t sign the shampoo agreement. How do I know if…
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Okay, what’s your mom like? Um… I… Let’s go back to my dad. Of all the mysteries that surround iCarly, there is one question that reigns supreme. Where’d you get a bag of dog hair? No. When did Spencer start playing keenis? No. Is that a hamster wearing a space helmet? – Don’t touch…
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