Turns out my Mel Gibson dream about someone kicking the bucket on Monday was a multilayered metaphor for the party of St. Peter The Butt Fucker homogaysexual from South Bend, Indiana.
As was just reversed confirmed by Indiana Jones himself describing PRESIDENT FOR LIFE DONALD TRUMP as some kind of a bad actor in THAT SON OF A BITCH LEBOWSKI; slash writer; director; co-producer, yada yada.
Don't press your luck dude. Even Johnny Depp is now angling for the part.
Now that Brad Pitt has apparent dropped out of the picture.
So many scripts, so little time.
Gregory Scott Relf's
TWO WITNESSES NEWSLETTER
PS MS PAGE: After my James Bond 007 [THUNDER BALL] dream about scuba diving around with you in Edmonds, Washington, I went down there and deliberately walking by that divers joint.
Where Gisele Bundchen's own black GT was parked right there at the curb.
How'd you like to give me a hand with that bitch once in awhile?
"I can't do it all by myself!" MULHOLLAND DRIVE
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