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Cincinnati, Ohio
Who-Dey Taj!
You share a mutual adoration for the Bengals with my husband, and I was hoping that you could help me out with a little problem he's having. Every time he drives this thing in downtown Cincy a hooker manages to jump in the passenger side and a pimp ends up chasing him from stop light to stop light. Something about the tiger stripes I guess. Thankfully, it never happens when I'm with him, but I'm getting tired of bailing him out of jail. I think if you stored this in your TajMaGaraj, maybe he could avoid these types of incidents Some guys have the worst luck!
Sincerely,
Mrs. Jerry Springer
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