Go greased lightning, you're burning up a lot of gas cause you get really bad mileage
Sooooo.............it looks like we meet again.
updates, updates.......lemme see.........
I'm doing Grease at the Starlight Dinner Theatre. I'm playing Sonny, the sleazy horny T-bird, and the show looks like it's gonna be really good. And I get to hump things and look at boobies. And I get paid. It's like my brief stint as a stripper when I was 14.
"But Adam, I thought you hated Grease?"
I do. But that doens't mean I can't do it. Jeez. Talk about closed-minded. I didn't judge you when you wanted to become a rodeo clown.
Rodeo clown. I still can't comprehend it.
So anyway.....yeah, it opens next week and should be a lot of fun.
I still don't know how something can go together like Rama Lamma Lamma Ka dingitty ding dee dong though.
Main news from last night: Some bastard freakin broke into my car. I got back from I-bar to find a business card from the Orlando Police Department with the words "Call me now, 1:37 am"
I'll be honest, at first I thought maybe the officer was lonely and thought I looked like a cool guy, from the contents of my car. But then I noticed that I could reach through my passenger window without coming into contact with anything.
"That's funny", thought I, "Didn't there used to be some sort of glass partition here? A sort of....window to the outside? "
So yeah, it was shattered and there was glass everywhere inside the car. I called the number and sure enough, someone did break in but they saw him do it and arrested him.
SO HA! TAKE THAT YOU STUPID BASTARD! If you break into my car, you die.
That's right. I'm gonna push for the death penalty. And not that wimpy electric chair. This guy is getting crucified. Literally. I want him strung up on a pole and bled to death.
I don't think that makes me heartless, cause as of now my IPOD is still missing. The police hafta check his car to see if he threw it in there, since he got in his car and they chased him.
Anyway though, the sucky part is I gotta spend 150 bucks on a new window, since my insurance doesn't cover anything less than 500 bucks. LAMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Thanks, America!
Till Monday, I drive with a trash bag taped to my window.
On that down note, here's 2 pictures from my NY Trip, of me and Stephen Lynch and with Alan Cumming.
Check out to the guy in the right of the picture in the gray shirt. He looks pretty wary of my camera. I think he believes that they suck out your soul.
Oh, Pagans......
updates, updates.......lemme see.........
I'm doing Grease at the Starlight Dinner Theatre. I'm playing Sonny, the sleazy horny T-bird, and the show looks like it's gonna be really good. And I get to hump things and look at boobies. And I get paid. It's like my brief stint as a stripper when I was 14.
"But Adam, I thought you hated Grease?"
I do. But that doens't mean I can't do it. Jeez. Talk about closed-minded. I didn't judge you when you wanted to become a rodeo clown.
Rodeo clown. I still can't comprehend it.
So anyway.....yeah, it opens next week and should be a lot of fun.
I still don't know how something can go together like Rama Lamma Lamma Ka dingitty ding dee dong though.
Main news from last night: Some bastard freakin broke into my car. I got back from I-bar to find a business card from the Orlando Police Department with the words "Call me now, 1:37 am"
I'll be honest, at first I thought maybe the officer was lonely and thought I looked like a cool guy, from the contents of my car. But then I noticed that I could reach through my passenger window without coming into contact with anything.
"That's funny", thought I, "Didn't there used to be some sort of glass partition here? A sort of....window to the outside? "
So yeah, it was shattered and there was glass everywhere inside the car. I called the number and sure enough, someone did break in but they saw him do it and arrested him.
SO HA! TAKE THAT YOU STUPID BASTARD! If you break into my car, you die.
That's right. I'm gonna push for the death penalty. And not that wimpy electric chair. This guy is getting crucified. Literally. I want him strung up on a pole and bled to death.
I don't think that makes me heartless, cause as of now my IPOD is still missing. The police hafta check his car to see if he threw it in there, since he got in his car and they chased him.
Anyway though, the sucky part is I gotta spend 150 bucks on a new window, since my insurance doesn't cover anything less than 500 bucks. LAMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Thanks, America!
Till Monday, I drive with a trash bag taped to my window.
On that down note, here's 2 pictures from my NY Trip, of me and Stephen Lynch and with Alan Cumming.
Check out to the guy in the right of the picture in the gray shirt. He looks pretty wary of my camera. I think he believes that they suck out your soul.
Oh, Pagans......