My Aunt, she's a homophobic/racist Rastafarian woman(I kid you not). She wants to fly me up to New York, so we can spend some time together.
I think she's finally done it. She's finally found the means to off me, and she's setting the plan in motion now.
I have NEVER met Cheyenne Jackson. I have never hung out with him in his dressing room, he did not tweet me, he never bought me a beverage, and he mostly certainly didn't tickle me. . .that is all.