There is simply not enough Sylvester McCoy on my dash… so here you go.
It’s not mine, and I honestly don’t know where it came from… but the face.  Who doesn’t want to love that face?
Maybe just tossle the hair?  
Light the cigarette?  

There is simply not enough Sylvester McCoy on my dash… so here you go.

It’s not mine, and I honestly don’t know where it came from… but the face.  Who doesn’t want to love that face?

Maybe just tossle the hair?  

Light the cigarette?