It was pitch black, the air was cool, the road was winding, My fiance, Morgan Fairchild clung tightly to my torso as we sped in a mad frenzy toward a Motel 6, where my rich uncle, Tom Bodette kindly left a light on for us and a 5th of Knob Creek. I glanced briefly at the speedo and it read 245mph. Morgan Fairchild and 245mph - "Yeahhh! That's the ticket!"
Tommy Flanagan (the Pathological Liar)
