He was a moderate man. A man of many words, yet few enough to truly care for. I don't recall the first meeting I had with him. I do think it had something to do with Becca though. He may have been scouting ahead, trying to learn of her what he could, for when the right moment came to strike.
Of Klunder, I leave behind our beautiful sex tape. Filled with lots of backdoor action, and a brief, yet lovely moment of crying and Mr. Bunker not believing the entire bat, could indeed fit.. up there. Of course, I mean in his attic, where he stores a lot of useless memorabilia. Literally, the man didn't believe me when I said I could fit anything into a tight space. Oh, but I pro.. *sigh, slight wimper*
I gotta be strong.