What a class act.
Talk about your classic double intender.
No shit, cat napping on Wednesday afternoon at 3:50 pm, I was suddenly shaken awaken by a flash vision of a wall of fire coming right at me.
Exactly like one of those violent insert shots in a David Lynch movie that fills the entire movie theater screen.
Then a little angelic virgin appeared and knocked on my closed door three times at 3:57 am and asked me to help her open a can of something.
Gregory Scott Relf's
TWO WITNESSES NEWSLETTER
PS KIT WINN: "The 357 back-kicks like a mule, and the fireball is blinding." Leslie Winn, 1967
PS MEL GIBSON: I don't pretend to know what is going happen this weekend. But apparently it will be enough to R.S.V.P. me for a double date Sunday brunch with both Gwyneth Paltrow and Charlize Theron.
PS ERIC: You still got the gig if you want it. Every major movie star in history has always needed a trusty assistant who he can depend his life on; never hurts either if he knows how to handle a gun.
Union scale plus double per diem, of course of course.
Tell me about it, "You get what you pay for."
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