feelin a bit

during part of the shavin today, she said to me "do you think we can melt?"

and i said "Melt? what the fuck, like Indiana Jones style? yeah, i am sure that we melt a bit." and i went back to getting most of the moist hair of of the pilgrim's lower left laig.

"bert no, i mean like a lazy candle will touch it's own flame and perty much dance enugh accros the matter to create another veld and void!"

i looked up and said "come own, get the fuck out, 'veld and void", please."

then she start blertin some shit like "but whatfore it be came id t'was.." 

and a gain i said "get the fuck out. seriously."

sweat ladies

i love ladies that are a normal look. even in my "hollywood" types.

i love brunette womans. especially if they have a curve to their body, espaecially in the hip area. ass well as the ass area.

two women were just own the "Conan O'Brien" talk show.

julia -

and tina -

they are both smarter than me ever. and god damnit, that is usually my draw card.

but they both have the real world body crazyness and pretty-ness that makes me want to talk to them . even moore!

i'm really smart. and funny. but oh wells, who really gives a shizen.

gotta get back to the real. 

i'm working on a new jingle and visual marketing for the olde formidable "salad chuter"

btw - it seems that the pore olde gal in the 409 'mercial has got: a spastic chylde, a hectic and nasty kitchen and a bemused yet uncaring husband.

ps - making commercials were a lot moore simple to edit back then based own the "kit kat Kommercial"

pss - i'm knot evan gonna saye anything about the "world famus premier' of ruff dimond. man, that trailer speeks for itself!