The Reel Deal and Other Bad Jokes
Saturday, June 26, 2004
"Well, look at these morose motherfuckers right here. Looks like somebody shit in their cereal... Bong!"
Another quote to help you out: "The Internet is a communication tool used the world over where people can come together to bitch about movies and share pornography with one another."
Last post's quote was from "The Avengers," which reportedly sucked but it had a quote appropriate to my feeling.
I've been trying to film a movie lately, but I'm having difficulty with my actor's schedule and finding a new location because of the schedule...It's fucked up and stressing me out. Oh, right. It's the same one I took a blogrest because of.
I opened my eyes and regretted it. My head felt like a monkey had been using it to play steel drums with. The inside of my mouth felt like a rat had crawled inside, and hadn't been making trips to got to the bathroom outside. My eyeballs felt like they'd been removed, coated with vinegar-soaked cotton, and then shoved back into my skull.
I really wasn't feeling good at all.
I blinked with difficulty. My hands were tied behind my back and my feet were tied together. I rolled over and bumped into something. It cursed foully. Must be Kahnrad.
"I don't know about you, but I treat my dinner guests with more courtesy than this."
Alandria leaned over from her seat on the front of the wagon. Is that what they call the "buckboard?" Fuck it.
"I was in a bit of a hurry. I'd just told the mob boss in Kronston that you'd had intimate relations with his daughter and that you were sitting in the Dirtwater Fox reminiscing about how bouncy her ass was."
I shut my eyes. The monkey must have really gone to town on those drums. "Damn it. How'd you know about that?"
There was a pause full of considered surprise.
"I made it up. But don't worry. I've got a place for you to hide out while he cools down."
"I hope you can act."