Friday, May 23, 2008
The Spy Who Mohawked Me
There’s a back-story here involving Cypress cargo transport, Slovakian thugs, digital codes and a hairdresser named Ramone.
Maybe it’s the hole in the wall of their basement torture chamber. Or maybe that John Deere tractor reconfigured to inflate boobies.
But something tells me this story begins and ends with a whole lot of wrong.
I just feel unclean.
