WHY on earth would Donald think I might be
his Next Apprentice?
In his infinite wisdom, he wants me to PROVE it
to him. Donald will soon cotton to the fact that
Vardz is not Apprentice material.
I'm forkin' over stories darnit. Unruly music disasters, a more than unruly love story, reams of rants, chronicles of an idiot(me), unseemly anecdotes. PLEASE BEWARE-SCRUBBY UNSUITABLE BEHAVIOUR LIES HEREIN; Places I've been summarily thrown out of, slovenly carnal romps, "buckets of blood", undressings of music snobs and nazi's. ahhh...feels better already.