I was hanging out at my galpal Rebecca's the other day. When you're at Rebecca's, things like Gene Simmons' codpiece are on the wall and there are signed thank-you photos of Raquel Welch. But that's not why I like going there. Rebecca is the only other person I know besides my pal Marky who has the same sick Baby Huey obesssion! When I spotted her HarveyToons lunchbox I nearly screamed.
When you are at Rebecca's, heavy metal rock stars come by needing their leather pants tailored. I don't know who they are and have to ask her while they are changing in the bathroom.
(This is another example of Rebecca's work, as I will not embarrass myself or rock star)
Here she is! I wrote her up as one of my LA Girls a few months back, too.