Wednesday, June 6, 2018

LONDON CALLING LONG DISTANCE, COLLECT.

Just when you thought that you had seen every Jerry Lewis movie that was ever made. You find one of his craziest and most campy 1960s movies ever at WALMART with the slug line, "Jerry Lewis in London". And on the backside it says that he turns one of his English wives' royal estates into some shag pad disco temple for people who think young; circa MOONWALKERS meets SNATCH. Ergo, back in them days I too wanted to get rich quick. Not realizing that it would never happen until I become the way for my older BRIDGET JONES' DIARY type wives to get their LONDON PLAYBOY CLUB keycard pass into the fully remodled [PLAYBOY MANSION international franchise] for rich horny weirdos who fancy young girls. ~ GSR/TWN ~ ROYAL WEDDING NOTES: My new Frogmore fuck palace on the Windsor estate might just fill the bill for me. However I would need one of my more trustworthy flyfishing buds to checkout the lake for any trout fishing possibilities.

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