I am very excited to write about The White Eagle mostly because I believe I am about to tell a story. A new story. One that has not been heard before. I believe something is about to be set right. That a few souls have waited for that rest in peace thing…until it got told.
“The mob kidnapped her, brought her into a church, stripped her naked, and ripped her flesh off using oyster shells…”
I don’t care if you’re on a first name basis with your favorite barista at Starbucks, or if you can recite every episode of friends at the drop of a hat.
Are your boobs real? When a woman catches you looking at her boobs on the first date, that’s one thing, but asking this question, just don’t. And no, you cannot touch them.