Rar! Ka-ching!

Jan 07, 2005 23:55

I am NOT a space cadet zombie! But I play one on TV! That's right. Your's truly is going to be starring in his own television sitcom. I'm the main character. I play a robot from the future, who has to save the world's dwindling supply of comemmorative NASCAR drink coasters. They'll start shooting next monday. They told me to meet them in the alley by the train station. And they said to bring chewing gum.

In other news, a local man was beatne to death today (by me) for losing a bet. To me. He totally bet that I couldn't get a job, but I sure proved him wrong! I even brought over the producer of the show to punch him in the teeth before I clobbered him myself (This is good practice for the character I'll be playing, who is a heavyweight champion boxer). Then the producer trotted away and marked a tree as part of his territory. Oh, Geoffrey, you nut!

Furthermore, this contract I signed is COMPLETELY LEGITAMTE. Not only is it written on real lined paper, but I even signed it in blood (pencil). It says: "I the undersigned, do hereby solemnly vow and declare war against such sovereign peoples as in the course of human events it becomes necessary to make a TV show." My lawyer (dead rabbit) said this means I will be paid in cash every half hour. This movie star lifestyle is really taking off! Maybe I'll meet the Olsen Twins in person! Then I can steal their bones to sell the marrow and/or shake their hands! Crazy, crazy!
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