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Random observations about a night in Hollywood.

I think I'm too old for this.
Tuck in your shirt, playa. The man blouse is so over.
I really can't be bothered with your bling when your clothes cost more than your car.
I really can't be bothered with your bling when your car costs more than your house.
Actually, I just can't be bothered with your bling.
Any bouncer who lets me in cause he digs my beanie (or "took" for all you maple leafs) is totally OK in my book.
If tits were a superpower, she would totally be Supergirl. I wish I had such a safe place to keep my cell phone. Well, maybe I do, but answering calls from the crack of my ass wouldn't look nearly as cool. Thanks for the free liquor, babe. You can drink with me, anytime.
I'm definitely too old for this.


Comments

"the man blouse is so over"

I DARE you to say that to my face!!!

yeah wasn't it you who did a fashion show of man blouses on this very BLOG?

ok first off, it's touque. Secondly.. I was working on my .. "Is that a cell-phone in your pocket or are u just happy to see me?" line. Thanks for blowing that all to hell. Shit, I have no chance of picking up guys now. Thirdly, in the winter, in the cold.. no one, man or woman, wears a blouse. So if your jumping a ship to the anarctic, I would guess your worries are over.

Hollywood is a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul."

let's just face it--i have always been lascivious and shoving my cellphone between my monsterous tits, is just one more way for me to say "i don't love you--and later on i will set your house on fire"

next, why do i need my soul? i am not even sure if it is there--souls are like tonsils--get rid of mine and i will deep throat better.

also, this is a winter in LA where cold is 72 degrees and shirt, shoes and underwear are always optional.

right. that's, touque. spelled B-E-A-N-I-E. or in some circles, C-A-P.

got it.

tassy that was so last year. this year it's all about the belt. come on over and let me show you in private.

Just when I start to think I'm too old to be at any particular Hollywood night spot, Gary Busey usually walks in.



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