07.30.07
Frank Butcher, RIP

Used car bargains up in heaven, folks. How will you tell when Frank wasn’t telling the truth? His lips were moving.

Used car bargains up in heaven, folks. How will you tell when Frank wasn’t telling the truth? His lips were moving.
All across America middle-aged anglophiles are crying
Not as hard as I cried when Frank ran over Tiffany Mitchell. Had he been looking both ways, we’d have been spared Martine McCutcheon’s singing career.