My personal style could - and will be - described as a fine puree of Elvis Costello and Rik Mayall, with a generous dash of a coked-up Debbie Harry, dressed as a 1960s airline stewardess.

My senior Scriptures professor claimed that I can dance better than Prince. So let me buy you a drank.

I'm tokaphobic, agoraphobic, and slightly homoerotic. I'm every little thing you need, with some extry on the side -- fer dippin'!