Twenty-five grand for William Shatner’s kidney stone? Dang it, I told Phoebe that my jar of Lorne Greene’s polyps would be worth a fortune some day, but she made me toss it.
Twenty-five grand for William Shatner’s kidney stone? Dang it, I told Phoebe that my jar of Lorne Greene’s polyps would be worth a fortune some day, but she made me toss it.