I was walking Mrs. King’s dog. We turned a corner, the dog and I, and who should be standing there puffing on a butt, but Leather Tuscadero! Leather smokes cigarettes.
I can think of nastier habits.
I was walking Mrs. King’s dog. We turned a corner, the dog and I, and who should be standing there puffing on a butt, but Leather Tuscadero! Leather smokes cigarettes.
I can think of nastier habits.