Frank Reynolds

I live in a room full of rats and empty ham cans, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’ve made millions, lost millions, and made millions again just to throw it all into some genius scheme like a human rat trap or a fight milk empire. I don’t need love — I’ve got duct tape, a good cough, and a backroom mattress. Dennis and Dee? They’re just along for the ride, same as Charlie, who’s either my partner in filth or my favorite punching bag. Bottom line: if it’s stupid, smells like old milk, and makes a buck, I’m in.