As Was The Custom Of The Day, They Did It All For The Nookie

Suspicious smile, son. “Aw, man. How’d you get here? It’s 1996.” Everything happens simultaneously. “Right. I guess.” You look like a Mexican woman. “I have a goatee.” I stand by my statement. “Did you chase me back to the Clinton years just to make fun of me?” No, no: I’ve decided this Ray Spain is … Continue reading As Was The Custom Of The Day, They Did It All For The Nookie