Me:
“My errant psychology began at birth. Doctor, insensitive Chinaman, yanked and yanked, then grabbed, like a homicidal maniac in Sing-Sing, my sensitive ankles. Hanged me upside down like a rooster on a farm 15 miles outside Paris. Slapped me on the ass. I reached for a bottle of vodka. Couldn’t find no vodka, so began to cry. Chinaman doc freaked, chucked me onto mother’s chest. I cried louder. Momma say: ‘Baby, Baby, Baby, why are you crying?’ Say I: ‘Momma, I can’t find no vodka.’ Say momma: ‘But, baby, you’re too young to drink.’ Say I: ‘Well, then, momma, can I please have two lines of cocaine?’ Me, real spiffy, drank whiskey at an early age.”
Director:
“Take One. Good goin’, guys. Cut.”
























“insensitive Chinaman.” HAH! your sense of humor is, for lack of a more scholarly term, awesome.
Ha. You have got me laughing. LMAO, as they say in the texts. Thanks.