What's so funny, Susan? I mean, Curly's cousin and I have a "thing." Or we would have, except Trish got in the way, and stole him from me. That's when I went and started dating the candy striper.
I might knit Curly's cousin a sock to go over that ankle bracelet. Maybe something with his prison number in it. He's mighty fond of that number. More people call him by that, than his name, after all. Well, the first part of it. Only his mama calls him by the whole thing, when she's ticked at him.