Things To Do On A Rainy Day
Well hi pumpkins! You can join me in spirit while I:
-Go to El Tango Taqueria and ask the cowboy what the fuck Van Morrison albums he claims he played on...because I didn't find his name anywhere. Liar!
-Ask the owner of Titanic the restaurant how much a mail order bride is and play dress up with her. What? Didn't you know that's his day job and real source of income?
-Walk around the Cleveland Clinic and trip people at random.
-Rat out two of my co-workers who have sent out 40 resumes this week looking for another gig.
-Home manicure.
I am very excited about the My Scene Movie coming to video, hopefully I can rent it because $19.99 to buy a video at the toy store is a bit much. But I can't wait to see what 'hollywood' type advertures the Lindsey Lohan looking dolls have! Maybe I should submit a script huh?
I'll base it on all-too-real life to prepare the young minds of little girls everywhere:
3 girls, a whitey, a Serb and a tiny Latina in 9 inch heels. After getting smashed at The Mondrion Hotel on tequila with the owner, they meet some chemical engineers from Iran on work study through UCLA. After being taken to a 'party' in Bel Air the girls see that the mansion these boys claim to own is actually without furniture. Though the marble floors are good for doing lines of blow, the Serb and Latina gal head for the hot tub with some vodka while whitey has sex in the upstairs bathtub and then proceeds to vomit all over the floor. After being dropped back off at their friends' penthouse, they go shopping for La Perla underwear and hit the nearest In-and-Out burger while their coke dealing cash daddy basks in laying down the cash. Though cash daddy has cash, his credit card debt is out of control. So the girls decide to help by putting on a fashion show at the hip gay eatery in Hollywood to raise money for him. You know how it goes, everyone in town comes, great success, Flaunt Magazine gives them a stack of free magazines as usual and all the CAA employees are back in coked out bliss business because cash daddy can make the rounds more often. And the girls, oh honey, they ride off into the sunset in a stolen BMW swiging Chardonnay. The End.
-Go to El Tango Taqueria and ask the cowboy what the fuck Van Morrison albums he claims he played on...because I didn't find his name anywhere. Liar!
-Ask the owner of Titanic the restaurant how much a mail order bride is and play dress up with her. What? Didn't you know that's his day job and real source of income?
-Walk around the Cleveland Clinic and trip people at random.
-Rat out two of my co-workers who have sent out 40 resumes this week looking for another gig.
-Home manicure.
I am very excited about the My Scene Movie coming to video, hopefully I can rent it because $19.99 to buy a video at the toy store is a bit much. But I can't wait to see what 'hollywood' type advertures the Lindsey Lohan looking dolls have! Maybe I should submit a script huh?
I'll base it on all-too-real life to prepare the young minds of little girls everywhere:
3 girls, a whitey, a Serb and a tiny Latina in 9 inch heels. After getting smashed at The Mondrion Hotel on tequila with the owner, they meet some chemical engineers from Iran on work study through UCLA. After being taken to a 'party' in Bel Air the girls see that the mansion these boys claim to own is actually without furniture. Though the marble floors are good for doing lines of blow, the Serb and Latina gal head for the hot tub with some vodka while whitey has sex in the upstairs bathtub and then proceeds to vomit all over the floor. After being dropped back off at their friends' penthouse, they go shopping for La Perla underwear and hit the nearest In-and-Out burger while their coke dealing cash daddy basks in laying down the cash. Though cash daddy has cash, his credit card debt is out of control. So the girls decide to help by putting on a fashion show at the hip gay eatery in Hollywood to raise money for him. You know how it goes, everyone in town comes, great success, Flaunt Magazine gives them a stack of free magazines as usual and all the CAA employees are back in coked out bliss business because cash daddy can make the rounds more often. And the girls, oh honey, they ride off into the sunset in a stolen BMW swiging Chardonnay. The End.
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