It was Heather's turn to take a vacation to Texas so Brooklyn took the bull by the horns this week. She played on Heather's hatred/fear of mannequins and told the tale of the sicko, Herb Baumeister. There are twists, turns, gravel made out of bones, and apparently not a lot of action for his beard of a wife. Buckle up, grab a drink, and let a Sasshole tell you this awful tale of the I-70 Killer, or as Brooklyn lovingly named him, Herb the Perv.
