As you may or may not know, Lindsay and I have hit a bit of a rough patch. No… but I’d like to be asked! No, I did not kill Kitty. However, I am going to oblige and answer the nice officer’s questions because I am an honest man with no secrets to hide.
Not tricks, Michael, illusions. Really? Did nothing cancel? Get me a vodka rocks. And a piece of toast. Marry me. Continue reading “My Dinner”