Now and then I get tired of the constant sunshine and blunted affect of California. I worry that my retirement will be marred by landslides and riots, that one of the Olsen Twins or Jonas Brothers will take office in some recall election, and that I’ll lose interest in trophy wives as I sink into a tarpit of ennui.
But then I catch a glimpse of Tampa’s own Riley Evans taking a drag in the yard of some Persian rental home in West Hills and I think, “I’ll give depravity another couple of years.”
Evans was on the set of “Gazzman’s Perfect Breasts,” which I will be telling you about shortly.
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Damn – her seriousness about that cancer stick lowers my attraction to her tenfold. đ