Self-blurb exercise
Don't believe Beth Roddy when she says that it was an "accident" after she flashes you. With a pendulous vulnerability so intense at times as it swings from a Pollyanna-“who me?” innocence to the rapid-fire Post-Traumatic pinball clang of Pee Wee Herman’s Playhouse, you know it's meaty (and steamy) under the hood.
Beth's blanket of rage filtered with rare infusions of light is a mite off-putting, but count your blessings (and sheep) that it is a happy “accident” to experience her clawing within her dark crevices before she goes all Hallmark on us. Her dark quips ward off those who want "a rollicking good time." If you are looking for a "good" time, look elsewhere. If you are looking for a "rollicking" anything, look elsewhere. But, if you are looking for some good clean deranged fun, look Beth Roddy up and pump in a couple of quarters.
