New Hat
An unexpected benefit of visiting Donald’s house (besides, you know, great company and great food) was the gift of a hat and some isotoner gloves (perfect for driving).
In person the hat makes me look like a New York cab driver, but here, uh, wow. I hope that you don’t owe the boss no money, ‘cuz he said that I could… rough you up a bit.
Yes, it’s my new myspace pic.
You from Jersey, or what?
Tattoo + hat = badass!
Eeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyy, fuggeddaboudit.
Oooh, please! Rough me up, I’ve been a bad girl!