…as in Brazilian day. I’m scared to death. My friend Michelle was going to come with me, but she’s busy today. I have my ibuprofen all ready, because there’s no way in hell I’m going in there without being drugged up off my ass. I have a 4:00 appointment with someone named Argentina. What are the odds on that? I wonder if all their waxers are named after South American countries…
- 01.11 The Steps at Versailles
- 12.17 Bad Stories.
- 01.28 A Check In
- 06.17 The Graduate
- 03.17 BonkersLand