I'm assuming it was money. It was a riot. I loved chasing him.

I pulled up next to him to tell him to stop and he tried to hit me with his van.

It was funny -- he looked like a composite sketch they show of a bank robber, with a baseball cap and big sunglasses.

I've known all the girls in there for years -- nobody messes with my girls.

They told me that they could offer me a career and all the education, adventure and travel, and money I could want.Of course I said yes.

If a man is pictured chopping off a woman's breast, it only gets a R rating, but if, God forbid, a man is pictured kissing a woman's breast, it gets an X rating. Why is violence more acceptable than tenderness?