” Yeah let’s not talk about the parties I threw when I was living.”
Stuff he did was probably hell worthy.
’Really Billy?’ Cue very obvious disappointment as he sighs rather heavily at the other’s remark. Famous or not, sometimes he wished Billy Joe Cobra was not his ghost though he’d admit he’d get lonely without him. ’Well, I don’t think Satan or God or…whoever decides where you go, would really count your parties as a crime against humanity.’