You don't get it boy, this isn't a mudhole... it's an operating table. And I'm the surgeon. Something tells me to stop with the leg. I don't listen to it. But where in the world is there in the world A man so extroardinaire?
Over the summer the Navy sent me to Puerto Rico for a month. While I was there I caught an ad for a local indy show where he was the main event. The ad was in spanish but I did hear them say Gangrel el vampiro or something to that effect.
Ya know how we do it, big balling and big blingin'....
Perhaps it is time that Mick re-reads his first book where he talks about Terry Gordy and how he transformed from great to being a sad caricature of himself, because that is what Foley has become the past few years.