At three in the morning, I saw her drunk, writhing around on this fat guy. I looked through the window and there they were, starting to go at it on the chair in her living room. My head suddenly became small and roared as its capillaries swelled like red balloons. A cranial gang-rape. Holding on to the window frame for support, I then reacquainted myself with the agony by which all other... More >>>
My hair will go on: Celine Dion and her mane squeeze.