I’ve always been honest with you. I could really have done without the dude on the car. Granted, it added to the picture. It looks more realistic than if this Italian/Filipina fetish model/heart attack waiting to happen were squatted there with a handful of styrofoam peanuts.
But still.
Earlier in the evening, Phoenix climbed your friend Gram like a much tastier Moses in search of the commandments only I could provide.
“Thou shalt not stop,” I said.
Previously: Kimberly Kane
See also: Satine Phoenix
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