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| Author: | Red Shirt |
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| Date: | 9/8/2003 9:13:47 PM |
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| Message: | Rocking Chair Testimony ...then the whole bunch of us rushed down to Sparky's oh! the cameras went stark raving mad flying film in seven directions, and as if on cue everybody plunged into the opaly brew bobbing like beautiful apples on the diffused Technicolor horizon the Director in high boots and riding crop was screaming for order screaming orders nobody heard ears stuffed up with salty tongues triangular fins phony pearls finally the producer showed rolled up in a low American car leaped out like a defecting ballerina yelling cut! cut! cut! all over the place he whipped out his heirloom Colt 45 (registered to the Prop Department) and shot the Director through his rented bullet-proof heart after the applause died we drowned them both weighted them down with canisters of this exposed award-winning film *** Go Blue! |
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 no subject by Red Shirt at 9/8/2003 9:13:47 PM |
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