Parma's Original Miscellany
Do you think that porn stars get a bit upset when people describe them as "amateurs"? I mean, they're people like everyone else, they've got feelings, they get up in the morning and vow to go to work and be the best damn porn star in the universe, and they get into work and ask "What's the title of the video? 101 Sexy Amateurs? Amateurs? Dammit."
Right, the "Lube incident". I think you all deserve an explanation about this. When I was gearing up to shoot a segment of Housing Problems with Olly last month I asked Giles for his mobile phone number. I texted him asking what time he was coming over, and I got a text back reading thusly:
"oh yeah!id love to cum over any time!shall i bring the lube?"
Ho ho ho, thought I, another hilarious jape from one of Olly's friends. I got in touch with him on LJ a bit later and hashed out a proper arrangement.
The next day, we were shooting in Gresham and I mentioned sending him a text yesterday. I asked who replied to it, and Olly looked confused. He checked his phone, and indeed, there was no text from me in his Inbox. I asked if he could give me a call; the number that came up on my screen was not the same as the number I had in my phone book under Olly's name.
Who did reply to that text?
Fortunately yesterday's filming went without embarrassment, unless you count Mahmoud's later inquiry about why I was going around today "with a camera, a bag and a wig on".
Right, the "Lube incident". I think you all deserve an explanation about this. When I was gearing up to shoot a segment of Housing Problems with Olly last month I asked Giles for his mobile phone number. I texted him asking what time he was coming over, and I got a text back reading thusly:
"oh yeah!id love to cum over any time!shall i bring the lube?"
Ho ho ho, thought I, another hilarious jape from one of Olly's friends. I got in touch with him on LJ a bit later and hashed out a proper arrangement.
The next day, we were shooting in Gresham and I mentioned sending him a text yesterday. I asked who replied to it, and Olly looked confused. He checked his phone, and indeed, there was no text from me in his Inbox. I asked if he could give me a call; the number that came up on my screen was not the same as the number I had in my phone book under Olly's name.
Who did reply to that text?
Fortunately yesterday's filming went without embarrassment, unless you count Mahmoud's later inquiry about why I was going around today "with a camera, a bag and a wig on".