Jasmine Fug

Sigh. Whitley, Whitley, Whitley…

What would Dwayne Wayne say?

I reckon he’d be a little disturbed to see that you have apparently just finished a roll in the hay with a Santa Fe ranch-hand, and, late for a premiere, belted the blanket, cuffed his raggedy old pants so they’d look more like yours, and hit the carpet as if nothing were amiss. But something is amiss, Whitley Marion Gilbert Wayne. And that something is your eyesight.