We Need to Talk
There is something I think I should tell you. (Don’t you just hate when people say that? Me too, it makes me want to impale myself with the sharp end of a Snickers Bar). Here’s the deal. I cannot, do you hear me, CANNOT! Keep a secret. If you are knocked up, or you tattooed Speedy Gonzalez on your ass, and you want to confide in someone, tell yo ...
