August 15. It was a crime-spree inducing one hundred and ten degrees that day in Los Angeles, but like I mentioned before, I don't live there, so it didn't bother me much. I was relaxing - enjoying two fingers of the Jim Beam home page and researching some unconfirmed rumors of pornography on the internet - when a busty brunette waltzed into my virtual office like she owned the place. Her name, BUSTEEBRUNETTE, told me right away what kind of girl she was... busty. And brunette.