Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Right now, its 10 a.m. in South Florida and somewhere nearby Jim Cantore is watching satellite imagery with his pants around his ankles saying "Oh Katrina, you dirty dirty girl... Let's role play, you pretend I'm Storm Field..." Down here, in Spumoni Gardens South we've become jaded about these storms, "What only a Category 1? Don't even bother taking in Big Vin's pinwheels." I'm elated about Vito's screenwriting prospects. Mr. Caravella, we need your renewed particpation in this blog....the Vin-man leading the Mastandrea Army in an assault on the neighboring Amish farm which has been sabotaging our tomato crops? Complete that script and you'll be outselling George Lucas.