I Don't Know About You Guys, But...

...I'm ready to get up, lose some of this clothing, and do some lewd dancing.


Courtesy of Grottu Orloff's Pad!

It's For Your Own Good

"Daddy insists you take your medicine, Precious." The babysitter for Quislinga had fallen through at the last minute so Frank had to fall back on plan B. Give her a stiff jolt of Kahlua, wait for her to pass out, and then lock her in the hotel room. She would sleep for the 3 hours that it would take to plant the dirty bomb at the Wal-Mart. As usual, her mother was completely apathetic about the decision.


Grazie a Poorly Dressed People