The Return of Tracey Frankenbowel
byThe photo at the bottom of this post isn’t graphic so much as you’ll probably think ‘holy shit’ when you see it.
The photo at the bottom of this post isn’t graphic so much as you’ll probably think ‘holy shit’ when you see it.
Home is where the heart is. But not the gallbladder. Not anymore.
There’s still a few turns of the dance floor in Tracey’s ICU Cha Cha, but the main thing is she’s still on her feet.