Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Friday, December 02, 2005
Being John Lithgow
"You don't have to say that," he said.
Humble too? I thought I would faint.
He invited me to join him for dinner and drinks at The East End (is there one in every city?), and offered to give me a ride in his stretch limo parked out front.
When we got outside, a toothless homeless man approached us and mumbled something about needing change, and John gave him a wad of one dollar bills he had in his pocket. Then there was this horrible smell.
"What's that awful fucking smell," Lithgow cried out.
It was the bum.
The bum shit his pants!
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Monday, October 17, 2005
Slightly Dystopic Future
"Which DVD Standard is right for me?"
"Teacher's sick. We're mostly teaching ourselves now. I'm ten and take care of kindergarten. I learn from my older sister because Mom and Dad forgot how to read."
"Another home run. Gosh, I guess that means steak for dinner again. I feel sorry for all the poor kids who strike out all the time."






