
"Dude," I says into the phone. "That was amazing. I mean, 'Ox Nuts' is going to be a major bestseller. Maybe even a movie. It's genius! I don't think I've 'punched the clown' while crying this much since, like, September ... who knew you could write like that?"
"But I post on the blog two or three times a year," says Mr. I.
"Yeah, but who reads that tripe? 'Ox Nuts' is big! Can you put in some explosions and helicopter chases? I don't want to infringe on your art, but a scene where Ox fights a giant bug or something might help get some of your boring soppy romance edited out."
"It's supposed to be a love story, you moron."
"Well how about some buxom Nordic chicks in Viking helmets, wielding electric battle axes that go 'bla-WANGGGGGG--'?"
[long pause]
"Maybe."
5 comments:
we want Nordic chicks..we want Nordic chicks..we want Nordic chicks......:):):)
I have to admit to being a little confused.
That's funny; I'm almost certain I mentioned the Viking Helmets ...
I think it could work!!! Let me know if you wanns throw in a big ol' bodacious black bra into the mix!
Is 'punching the clown' a euphemism for masturbation?
If not, it damn well should be.
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