as a face that has always reminded me of
But thanks to that New Yorker profile a “Separated at Birth” springs to mind.
Here’s Tarantula and her Sister Harpies (with a Special Guest Kraken)
YIKES! Enough make-up on that House Negress to tart up every runway at “Fashion Week.”
At one point, I asked Wilson if he missed walking outside and going to restaurants. He told me that he still ate out, but only at certain places. “We try to go somewhere—how do I say this correctly?—with like-minded individuals,” he said. “You know. Where it’s not a mixing pot.”
No, Darren. You live in a Crock Pot of Shit called The United States of America
Garrett Morris will sing us out.