That'd look cool stretched across my back. Black, vampirish letters, red ink dripping. Speaking of Phil, I remember him telling me one of his many epic misadventures in Yuppiedom when his BMW broke down near Mexico. Phil sat in the cab next to the woman who had breasts the size of killer whales. Phil, not being either subtle or direct, spent an awkward hour trying to read what the mammary glands were advertising.
People kill people.
I bet she would have told me. All rights reserved. Direct questions and problems to the webmaster . Don't miss a thing.