Bianca Bigboobs Is Back In Town
Our lives had taken very different paths, but here she was in the back of my car
“Jeez,” the freely perspiring, oversized hunk of man beef said, opening the car door. “How come it always rains in your country?” I wanted to ask if a man who clearly had hyperactive sweat glands didn’t find England more congenial than California, where he spent most of his time, but it wasn’t my job. I also wanted to ask him if he didn’t have bigger fish to fry. There was a media scrum at the airport. Revelations about B...
