I admit, there is no reccolection of a one Bruce Campbell in my memory at all. I googled the man, still no bells ringing. After reviewing his "filmography" I see there is not much to remember, unless I was watching the tv in the background of scene.

 

CHILD STAR CRUSHES! You really want to know? I could compose a novella on the loves I harbored at tender age of tween. Let's start with Ralph Maccio, the Karate Kid himself. He had me from "wax-on". Then there is Ricky Schroeder, the rich kid from the show Silver Spoons. How I wanted to ride the train, walk through the remote control doors, and smooch up the young pimp housed within those walls. I think I also loved Scott Baio, but who didn't. Charles will always be in charge of my life!

 

French Fries vs. the Freedom Fry? What a load of crap, nice marketing scheme though. I highly doubt that McDonalds was so pressed with the politcal enigma of what to name their fries, which had become traitors overnight.

 

El Camino Mullet. I myself prefer the "Ape Drape". It's a more hearty, manly mullet. You know, the working mans mullet.

 

As for me, I took the ill-fated mistake of Princess and ensured my spy-like secrecy by changing my name in the routing options of my email. Always one step ahead of you Guy.

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One step ahead or perhaps a lap behind Tina. And you can call me Ike cuz I am still the leader of this band.

Make no mistake.

You shan't escape.

Tethered and tied.

There's nowhere to hide from me.

I'll get you my pretty, and your little dog too.