What was her name again? Carter? Kramer! That’s it, Babs Kramer. Nasty woman, many a night I had to throw her out on the street, drunken stumblebum.
The woman used to walk around here half naked, sucking Colt 45 from a can. Her big fat stomach hanging out, orthopedic hose up to her knees, screaming down the hall, Come back to bed, Albert, you big hairy ape, and bring back that box of Danish!
