Honk Honk Punch
TO: Drivers in Los Angeles, mainly Hollywood
FROM: Shannon, aka Road Rage Mama
Yes, your Bentley/Hummer/whatever is very shiney and expensive, congratulations. However, there is a big thing you're forgetting once you leave the house. A little thing called knowing how to drive. Sure, you can get the thing started and make the little wheels point the way you want to go... but there's a little more to it than that. Because I'm a nice girl, I will give you a short, free, drivers ed lesson.
1. When making a turn, please signal. Breaking hard 2 inches from said turn then s-l-o-w-l-y pulling in is not the way to go. I know it hard to "make brain stop making straight lines", but please try.
2. Wow, weaving in and out of lanes sure makes you look cool, huh? Actually no, it makes you look like a jackass, and everybody is wishing you'll get dizzy and drive off a bridge. Mean? Maybe, but you're kind of asking for it.
3. Pulling up next to me and shouting out smooth lines such as "Hey baby! Want to follow me to Motel 6?" or "SHOW US YOUR TITS!" is a quick and effective way to make me chuck something hard at your heads. I keep grapefruits in the glove compartment for a reason, and it ain't for snacking.
Hope that helped! xoxoxo
Sorry about that, I have road rage I guess :) Anyway, today I was covered in blood and fur for about 10 hours. No, it wasn't P-Diddy's latest theme party, we were filming a scene today that was pretty glamorous, if you can imagine. I mean you can't beat werewolves when it comes to feeling sexy, mmm baby! Let me tell you though... those special effects guys were a *little* too helpful when it came to smearing the fake blood on my chest area. Oh well, I guess I'm earning that paycheck... and possibly a future Oscar? You never know. I do know that it took 2 hours in the shower to wash off though, ugh.
FROM: Shannon, aka Road Rage Mama
Yes, your Bentley/Hummer/whatever is very shiney and expensive, congratulations. However, there is a big thing you're forgetting once you leave the house. A little thing called knowing how to drive. Sure, you can get the thing started and make the little wheels point the way you want to go... but there's a little more to it than that. Because I'm a nice girl, I will give you a short, free, drivers ed lesson.
1. When making a turn, please signal. Breaking hard 2 inches from said turn then s-l-o-w-l-y pulling in is not the way to go. I know it hard to "make brain stop making straight lines", but please try.
2. Wow, weaving in and out of lanes sure makes you look cool, huh? Actually no, it makes you look like a jackass, and everybody is wishing you'll get dizzy and drive off a bridge. Mean? Maybe, but you're kind of asking for it.
3. Pulling up next to me and shouting out smooth lines such as "Hey baby! Want to follow me to Motel 6?" or "SHOW US YOUR TITS!" is a quick and effective way to make me chuck something hard at your heads. I keep grapefruits in the glove compartment for a reason, and it ain't for snacking.
Hope that helped! xoxoxo
Sorry about that, I have road rage I guess :) Anyway, today I was covered in blood and fur for about 10 hours. No, it wasn't P-Diddy's latest theme party, we were filming a scene today that was pretty glamorous, if you can imagine. I mean you can't beat werewolves when it comes to feeling sexy, mmm baby! Let me tell you though... those special effects guys were a *little* too helpful when it came to smearing the fake blood on my chest area. Oh well, I guess I'm earning that paycheck... and possibly a future Oscar? You never know. I do know that it took 2 hours in the shower to wash off though, ugh.