
Back in the days when Anna Nicole Smith first appeared in Playboy, I was quite smitten with her. I even wrote her letters, which can be summarized something like this:
AD: Dear Anna Nicole Smith, I am your biggest and bestest fan (pant, pant). Howzabout you and me hooking up, hot stuff?
Your friend, Ambulance Driver.
ANS: Get a life, creep. You’ll sleep with me over my dead body.
I’m filing a restraining order,
Anna Nicole Smith
Soooooo… now I’m thinking I’ve got a shot.
Okay, even I’ll admit that was just wrong.



















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