Dirty Duck
June, 2002
It's almost worth playing sleazy strip clubs on the outskirts of Las Vegas just to be able to hangout backstage at a classy joint like the crazy horse, weevil. Just don't let on that we rolled a couple of drunk penguins at the Baccarat table for these tuxedos.Ok, Mr. Duck.Oh, yeah, now this is what I call the underbelly of show business...And I'd like stick my face in a few of those bellies right now. I don't believe in reincarnation, but if I died tomorrow I'd want to come back as a sequined th...
