I can't tell you how bad the elevator at ballys smells. Like twenty
years of people sneaking a puff between reps.

Peanut butter and rice cakes have impressed me with their power...

"Oh thank Heaven"? That's a little pretentious. "Oh thank the clerk
who sold it to me" maybe, but Heaven would have better coffee than this.

Well said.

We don't fit in nature.

Trees rock.

And all the actors wait to flail about, texting friends they hope are
cool, making plans they hope will matter.

Little Feet

Little feet.

Hi I'm here to see Dr. Gevorkian.

Sold with, "Just Goose", "All This is is Turkey", and what I bought,
"Lotta Goat".

All the cool kids floss with it.

Some weird borderline psychotic need to nest. To deal with defects by
decorating. I am obsessed, and I match.

This kid is my hero. Plain and simple.

No pressure or anything...

Reading listings for theatrical auditions, I came across one from the
producers of America's Most Wanted, casting for the role of
"Norcal Rapist", who, we can only assume, did some rapin' in and
around Northern California.

Clicking on the breakdown, it specified that anyone auditioning must
look exactly like the police sketch, which leads me to believe that
the only person who would be right for the role, is the Norcal Rapist
himself. So, because of this casting snafu, this episode is never
going to get made, and the Noral Rapist will further evade capture.

It is in this way that Hollywood ruins everythying.