Oh, OK. Sorry, I got a late start this morning.
I guess not since I don’t know what a pre-me is.
An attractive lass can use any pretenses she wants if it means she’s luring me into her home (and yes, I am aware a practically endless list of murder mysteries and soap operas opened with that premise).
Well . . . winter is coming.
Veronica Lodge: The Adult Years.
I was thinking more along the lines of the execrable 1999 “Wild Wild West” film.
I know. I won’t sleep easier until trump’s finally pulled out of the White House.
I wouldn’t put it past the little rat bastard to try and pull off some sort of eleventh hour electoral scam.
Which is why I’ve never bought a Beatles live album.