Not Frank Yerby’s best, but certainly an interesting premise. Colin Sniffer is a Kentucky tannery owner obsessed with cramming his nose into the coy collarbones of antebellum babes. They seem to be okay with it, but I’m skeptical. Hopefully I can get my hands on his masterpieces, The Garfield Boner.
I don’t buy it.
I don’t know what her ethnicity has to do with anything, but she’s clearly given up and allowed madness to take over at the helm.
Don’t get me started on Sean.
Thanks for voting for Reagan and then blaming our attitudes on apathy and entitlement when we complain about how houses don’t cost $20,000 anymore and we can’t just work a part-time job to pay for college.
Fun fact: the model who portrayed Beefcake Blaine (real name Hartwell Tumnusiamish) played for two seasons with the Tampa Bay Storm in the Arena Football League. Sadly he perished while flexing a little too hard during a team photo-shoot and his neck exploded.
I used to play Magic: the Gathering at lunch in middle school, thought reading MacWorld Magazine on the bus was cool, and once almost shit my pants at school because I ate three bowls of Reese’s Puffs for breakfast, and even I would have been pantsing the Hagar slacks from this dork until his dying breath.