Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Let's Do Lunch

Listen, darling. It's not you. You were divine. They decided to go in another direction, is all. You're fabulous and I'm gonna find the perfect vehicle to show you off.

[to pool boy: Timmy! Get me some wheatgrass and a hand towel, honey! And shake that tail feather!]

Where were we? Right. You're a doll. Let's do lunch. Maybe next week. Call me.

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