I was sitting pretty. Rather, something was sitting pretty on you. That twin was very nice. He genuinely wanted me to know that he liked women equally as well as men and he also genuinely wanted me to meet him afterwards. I am offended.
Men can be such bitches.
I have principles, and now, finally, immortality. The chimerical Primitive Underbelly team is compromised by award-winning journalists Jesse Russell and Jill McKenna, who makes a habit of pulling wool over eyes that are the windows to the soul, before looking gift horses in both ends and making them drink from water to which they cannot be lead.