Ever get a look at yourself in the mirror and wheel backwards in horror...this experience had nothing to do with that. Alright, just a little bit. Time is not in a bottle, it is written all over our faces and our fat tummy's. My tenure in the hobby may be coming to a close. Okay, definitely not! What has any of this have to do with Miko? Blame it on her freaking huge mirror, and my chemical imbalance to be more cerebral than horny. Everything she did was great!
It all started on a gloomy rainy winter morning and I had the usual problems using my damn crappy cell phone in my damn crappy home reception area. I didn't get a response from a couple most newly wanted, so textually inquired from the old solids. We have Bingo. I had just read a singular brief review of Miko, minus the juicy and used it's brief positiveness to send me to the Westside!