A legend in his own mind. Not since the Hoteps met Dolamite, have we've seen your level of luxury and sophistication.
He has certainly suffered the slings and arrows of misfortune, leaving him like the scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz. Left only with his obsessive thoughts of homo erotica. And leaving the rest of us to ponder, where did they touch you Monti?
Oh poor Monti.
A legend in his own mind. Not since the Hoteps met Dolamite, have we've seen your level of luxury and sophistication.
He has certainly suffered the slings and arrows of misfortune, leaving him like the scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz. Left only with his obsessive thoughts of homo erotica. And leaving the rest of us to ponder, where did they touch you Monti?