School was in session, and it was going to be the greatest year at Rydell High EVER. Pamela surveyed the crowd of toothsome glee club boys with a twinkle in her eye and the lofty hopes that one of those tenor-throated dreamboats would sing something from the Fantasticks - FOR HER EARS ONLY. SWOON!
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
On The Prowl.
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