Lest we forget...she also has to show her cans all the damn time. I’ve yet to see Frank whip his junk out. That’s gotta count for something in the negotiations.

In 2008, I was a senior in college and moved to a small town north of Orlando for an internship. I lived alone in an apartment provided by my employer, and was a bit uneasy there from the time I moved in. I especially got creepy vibes from my en suite bathroom, and barely ever went in there, since the apartment was a…