This is, by the way, what happens in my apartment every single day. And yes, that's a half-drunk screwdriver in the bottom right of the frame. Pleather pants? From Trash and Vaudeville, of course.
My lawyer says we have to protect ourselves: note that we're constantly developing screenplays, we probably have a screenplay like what you suggest in development. Furthermore, if you suggest an idea for a screenplay you're giving us that idea.
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ReplyDeleteHow do you do it. You are always drinking screwdrivers and photography awesome space women in tight outfits in your apartment.
ReplyDeleteForget Brad Pitt, you are the pimp master, chick magnet. Go Drew!
That's "space lady" to you. And truthfully I think that's Virginia's drink. Mine was closer to me.
ReplyDeleteI need some pleather pants myself.
ReplyDeleteShe's fine. The name foxwell suits her.