The car smelled of fast food and dog pee and Randy’s cigars. (Vanity Fair via scoop from ace reporter Stephen Falk…he gets up earlier than me.)
The car smelled of fast food and dog pee and Randy’s cigars. (Vanity Fair via scoop from ace reporter Stephen Falk…he gets up earlier than me.)
This really does explain a lot. She is clearly the paranoid delusional one. I have to imagine that this is what Abraham Lincoln’s home life sounded a lot like… except that instead of fending off a crazy, spendthrift wife and fighting the Civil War, Randy Quaid is fending off a crazy, spendthrift wife and making shitty career choices.
But hey, who among us is Abraham Lincoln?