I'm sorry.my eyes are up here, storygirl!
sheez.
I
just
can't
stop
staring. . .
That tongue, it's hypnotically repulsive.
I'm sorry.my eyes are up here, storygirl!
sheez.
They can't be real.I'm sorry.
I
just
can't
stop
staring. . .
Well, of course I have 70 mill in my bank account - I'm the guy making the film!
Now gettha beelpin'-bleep outta my office!
Well, you guys need to agree amongst yourselves what constitutes a muffin and just what muffins you'd be willing to give up. Or not.
!
I'm not alone. I got's my invisible friends to keep me company. Wanna us to come over and keep you company?So are you.
She's been drinking again. Cucumber muffin. Poor, sad, silly girl, I know not what thou means.lies. it was all lies. wherez that cucmber muffin sg?
I'm not alone. I got's my invisible friends to keep me company. Wanna us to come over and keep you company?
But what if your invisible friends and my invisible friends don't like one another?
Would they be nervous ticks?Just 'cause they're invisible don't mean they're inaudible. Them bastids get loud when they get ticked off.
The Nervous Tick
His eyes bulged, terrified, from the pressure I placed on his spine. He gulped, I know he did -- although I couldn't be sure -- and then took a deep breath as I squeezed tightly. A droplet of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
He twitched again. I felt him.
Don't forget, right to left.*waits impatiently at bus stop*
Where the hell's the bus? We're supposed to be leaving now.
*paces back and forth*
And where are we going, anyhow?
*looks at sign*
Don't forget, right to left.
One minute let me get my glasses.You mean the sign's written in Hebrew?
One minute let me get my glasses.
Hmm..now it looks like greek.
Reminder: *get new glasses*
Now... back to me.
Where's Gerry? Where's my customized dressing room? Where's my caterer?
And, more importantly, where's my lawyer?
What's my part? Where's the script? I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. Work!
I'm sorry. I don't think this movie idea is going to happen. I'm just gonna have to cash the seventy mill and put it to good use myself.
Don't feel bad, these things hardly ever get made. Next stop: development hell!!! (aka Poetry)