Willow is one of the few people who I actually, honestly like.

Please, baby.



Lift the restraining order?

Willow is a rare creature indeed.

She's incredibly fun, very beautiful, sweet, warm, and kind. When she enters a room you can't help but look. When I first met her I was intimidated by her stunning appearance. I was amazed to find out that such a sexy and attractive girl was so genuinely... nice. I can't say enough good things about her!

And to top it all off she loves magic, booze, and perverts. Willow rocks!

Willow ’s an awesome lady, but she'd make a better puppy!

I recently acquired a level of hipness and cache that most only dream of. I have my own monster. What kind of monster might that be? Oh! the best kind. Tall & sexy, covered in blue fur, with the best ass in the universe. Mmmmm...monster. If you need a bodyguard/escort for the evening, let me know, maybe I can lend you my monster for your special occassion.

Willow, if that is her real name, continually hibernates in her dreary cave of dread. The snoring that eminates from her domicile, scares small children and beasts alike. All run for cover at the sound of her trodding web like toes.
At one spotting, it was told, the Willow was caught devouring a burrito. She held the poor burrito in her clawed, fur-lined appendages, unfurled her proboscis (which was the size of a garden hose) and proceeded to suck the insides of the burrito with an ear piercing slurping sound. That thought has haunted me for years to the point that I wake up in a cold sweat...shivering.