Every night, Luella secretly prayed that gator would get the better of Tuffy, if only so she could make it through one Thursday night without the smell of whiskey, infected scabs, gator sweat, and balls thrust in her face.
Every night, Luella secretly prayed that gator would get the better of Tuffy, if only so she could make it through one Thursday night without the smell of whiskey, infected scabs, gator sweat, and balls thrust in her face.
