...Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at...


I wish when I got angry I turned into the Incredible Hulk. With all the shirt-ripping and sudden loss of shoes.

But with mean green boobies*.

*You better as hell shower me with gifts and flowers and moolah, Michele, because that's the second mention of tits in one day.



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