First of all, she's not my friend, she's Rollo's, since the book is a first-person confession.
Secondly, she's not inflatable. His first attempt was a gasbag, but she didn't convince anybody, and she wasn't exactly a keeper. The one he ends up with is a high-tech, lifelike, silicone-and-steel replica with articulated joints. Custom made, cost a few grand, not available at your local party store. (If you're a fan of Boston Legal, you've seen two of her sisters.)
Thirdly, the inflatable aspect stays with him. His swelling ego, as it turns out, is no friend.
Screwed up again, didnt U?
Tony's still cruisin!!!!
Could we like...mebbe....update this thing once in a while?
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