About me: One day I'll be a beatnik in Monmatre drinking fine white wine in a Parisian bar while discussing empathicalism with Ginsberg. And one day you'll see me driving in a 1953 Cadillac with a hybrid engine.
Who I'd like to meet: I'd like to see my grandfather again more than any one else in the world. After that, I'd like Gregory Peck, John Lennon, Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, and Vivien Leigh to start lining up.
all right, here it be. so sum info just in case its confusing- the movie starts in the middle with the couple running away from something. they run to the parking structure to their get-away car but find the thugs that are after them. jerry is supposed to be the main thug and instead of just me there will be like 5. so they begin to fight-the fight will be a la jackie chan, the guy if fighting the thugs off while protecting you making it seem like the couple is dancing though the fight. in between, we go to flashbacks to how the couple met and how the guy stole the girl from the gangster. in the last flashback we see that the thug attacked the girl and the guy walked in and pushes him off and they run away which leads to how the story opens.
super duper! i can't wait to see you! i miss you like the wings of a plane miss janet jackson dancing on them wearing harem pants, a shell encrusted turtleneck and a chain from her ear piercing to her nose piercing! god she's so multicultural! and that cute giggle of hers...
paaauuulllliiieeeeeeee, there are some things in this life that i can't tell you on your bed. keep the crowd going and don't shutter when the public goes afire...it is your reptilian, amphibian, side to side swerving spinal cord...RiGHT!
oh man! way to crack me up millions of times in one story. but you forgot the part where the wild woman in six layers of clothes is buying spruced up apples while talking to an imaginary person on her bluetooth about "twelve acres" and soda pop. which triggered the girl in the faux fur jacket to pee a little in her pants and then complete a brilliant fake fall. yup, it was fake. i wish that i didn't admit it, but you were so sweetly concerned.
the neoclassic tootsee roll! you can be jaques-louis david and i'll be angelica kauffmann (andy's mom minus an f and an n). you can rub feet and i'll rollerblade. the hardest part will be telling my parents that i'm gay.
way to back out of the text war today rojas. what are you, french?! you just bought yourself a one way ticket to the foot masseuse. but i'm going to call ahead and make sure that you only get socked in the neck for hours. i like to get healers to do all of my dirty work.
Happy birthday from me and Pantsless Bradley (yes, I know, he's a little confused about whose birthday it is, but cut him some slack -- he hasn't seen his pants in thirty years).
