G.I. Jesus
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Resplendent. Quagmire. Tinkle. Goats.
HaHA! Now it is no longer an intimidating blank box and I can talk about events in my life.
Our next show takes place largely in the principal’s office of a Catholic school in the 1960’s. I’m working in the prop shop now, and we need a big ol’ crucifix to hang on the wall. We’ve got plenty of big crosses lying around, but a crucifix of sufficient size is proving more elusive. We may need to make one.
Princess Warren went up to prop storage to see what we had in the way of supplies. He returned a few minutes later and placed two plastic figures on the desk in front of me.
“Well, Sunburn Ken’s arm sockets won’t move the right way, but G.I. Joe? Totally crucifiable.”
Resplendent. Quagmire. Tinkle. Goats.
HaHA! Now it is no longer an intimidating blank box and I can talk about events in my life.
Our next show takes place largely in the principal’s office of a Catholic school in the 1960’s. I’m working in the prop shop now, and we need a big ol’ crucifix to hang on the wall. We’ve got plenty of big crosses lying around, but a crucifix of sufficient size is proving more elusive. We may need to make one.
Princess Warren went up to prop storage to see what we had in the way of supplies. He returned a few minutes later and placed two plastic figures on the desk in front of me.
“Well, Sunburn Ken’s arm sockets won’t move the right way, but G.I. Joe? Totally crucifiable.”