For my wife's birthday, she and I will be attending the Suicide Girl's tour stop in Sacramento. I, amazingly, am not too excited about the prospect. None of the girls listed for the show really interest me. My wife, however, is thrilled. She digs pink as much as any hetero-male, so she has her own list of favorite Suicides, and prominent amongst that list is Nixon. I suppose I'll have to bring some extra tissues for when that particular creature saunters onto the stage, strutting her stuff. Hey! Maybe the sexual tension my wife will develop upon seeing her favorite Suicide will translate into me getting my brains fucked out. Keen! 