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Pinky Tuscadero

If everyone could be so confident and cool as Pinky Tuscadero, and snap their fingers, and be loved by Fonzi - well, true poetry is subjective...


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  1. Marc LathamDecember 12, 2009 at 10:02 AM

    The Fonz was one of my heroes when young. Happy Days!

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  2. Janet JarrellFebruary 9, 2010 at 6:04 PM

    And mine was Pinky! - I still do her finger snapping move...

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