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I thought it was saying Jehovah that got you into trouble.
I was out the other day and got distracted by this unusual woman. She was threatening me with mace. It looked suspiciously like air freshener. Anyways I departed, just in case, the scene I mean, not this life.
I went about my errands and came across this fella all in black who kept on saying Jesus Christ. Then something about the Corinthians. Another band I expect, similar to Kasabian no doubt.
Then he sends round this basket and expects everyone to put cash in it!
All I got in return was this little wafer. I'm not going there again. I was only looking for the post office.
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It wouldn't even past mustard with teenagers either. Still, they're all busy wearing their pants badly. And what the fuck is going with their hair? Half the lads look like they're trying to mimic Bobby Charlton.
That's my favorite kind! Especially fun on Sundays!
Back on track with this thread...I finished my first draft despite the negative vibes in here. It started out fun...all sex and egg salad. I don't know what went wrong.
What do you do with egg salads?
If there is a script where a character communicates by smearing egg salad over their body, we'll know it's yours
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If there is a script where a character communicates by smearing egg salad over their body, we'll know it's yours
You just asked her what she did with it, then told her what she does with it, all in one post. Wow. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were perched in a tree, armed with binoculars while looking through her kitchen window.
You just asked her what she did with it, then told her what she does with it, all in one post. Wow. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were perched in a tree, armed with binoculars while looking through her kitchen window.
I suppose writers are meant to have imaginations...or large binoculars
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You just asked her what she did with it, then told her what she does with it, all in one post. Wow. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were perched in a tree, armed with binoculars while looking through her kitchen window.
Bill and I are from two very different and far away Jersey's. Don't think there are binoculars big enough to reach.
He did use his imagination on the smearing part of the egg salad. He was close though...we did smear it on crackers.
Nice to see the blasphemy judge sits with his gavel. Reminds me, I must buy a burqa.
Now then, and to be back on topic, how goes these scripts. I'd tell you how mine is going, but I'm too busy deleting all the bloody dialogue all my other characters keep saying. The over talkative babbling feckers.
So how goes it, or are you ready to grab a towel and getting ready to launch it like me?
So how goes it, or are you ready to grab a towel and getting ready to launch it like me?
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A decent idea hit me last night, think I managed to come up with something unique. Got the outline down in my head, finished the beginning and end. Now I've just got to write the middle, hoping to get that done by tonight. After that it shouldn't be more than making a few small adjustments.
Sock puppets and mentions of Jesus have been avoided so far, so I figure I'm not off to a bad start.
And I would say well done to IamGlenn, but I'll reserve my judgement until I read. 'Congrats on completing the OWC' sounds a bit too hollow these days.
I do this every bloody time. I get half an idea once I read the criteria, then I stand outside sans drink but with cigarette mulling it over. Then I think, right - time to start writing. I get halfway, read it back and say, Christ, I'd better fix the fecker. Then I get depressed and steal a car. Driving around usually calms my nerves. Mind you, they get frisky when I rob a few gas stations. After I've lost the cops I usually calm down a bit and get struck by inspiration, if not one of these frigging citizens trying to perform an arrest. Once I've taken them out I start writing. The helicopters put me off though. They're like bees and wasps - no matter how fast you move they're just behind you.
I really must stop playing GTA. This is getting out of hand.