There is something you must know.
I've flown away on a jet plane for a mini vacay (all male packages were thoroughly checked and re-checked for bombage in the airport, FYI), and all I've ended up with is a concussion because some tool bag managed to hit me in the head with the overhead bin, and a massive addiction to a little something that I like to call guitar hero.
Seriously, I haven't eaten or urinated in 4 days. On the bright side, I'm so good that I can kick your ass.
Actually, from here on out you can refer to me as Candice Hendrix if you'd like.
Gotta go. Withdrawals are setting in.
Free Bird, you will be MINE!