Magician, revolutionist, fire. Words that have been used to describe me, Bruce Lance, by real-life people.
But hey, fuck the cynicals and the congratulationers, you make up your own mind. You know I slay. Some people call me The Lance, some call me Bruise, but call me Criss Angel and I'll karate chop your throat. And if you see Criss, tell him the next time we meet he better pull that spring-chick hair back in a scrunchie, 'cause I'm gonna knock the lisp right off his dick-scratching teeth.
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