Well here's a picture of Davie Giles at the Father's Day Show and Shine last year in Kelowna. He's got that real intelligent look on his face. The one that screams I'm a geriatric and need a bib for my drool.
You've got the cutest little baby face Skeletor. Sorry to hear you lost your keys.
Here's a picture of his lawyer Tricky Dicky.
Who says crime doesn't pay? This is the view from Davie's deck in Kelowna. Not to say he's ever benefited from the proceeds of crime. Much.
Here he is on a run out in New Brunswick. I wonder what he's doing out there? If he closed his mouth once in a while he might be able to control that drool.
Pucker up you geriatric stud muffin. I want your drool.
A toast: To global domination and the Rocky Horror Cease Pools we turn thriving communities into wherever we go. Here's to the Return of the Cyst!
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