Stacy remarks, “I’m a victim, too! Where’s my money?” Then he looks for the popcorn, and makes . . . um, Stalingrad jokes.
But, you know: I suspect that they were all being just a bit sardonic.
I’m not: send me more money, boys–or I will stop shamelessly exploiting actresses in their 20s and 30s whom I haven’t even met, by displaying their pics on this site. And, you know–a picture is worth a thousand words.
That’s right, kids: no more cheesecake unless I see the rest of my Arianna green for the first half of April.
After that, I’m taking requests.