Posts Tagged ‘liberty lunch’

By Metal Dave I like to call this picture “My Bodyguard,” because the girl towering over me is clearly tough enough to take care of business. Her name? Corey Parks, who at the time of this photo was the fire-breathing, cleavage-heaving, girl-on-girl makeout bass player in a dainty little feel-good, white trash-n-whiskey combo called, ahem, Nashville Pussy (one […]