"Excuse me Miss Invisible Lady."
"Go away Pugsly. And stop staring at my hooters. Go buy yourself a Catwoman blow up doll like the rest of the freaks."
"But I want to ask you a question?"
"Victor, why are we stuck at this lousy autograph show? When I dumped Reed you promised me the life of a Princess. What happened? Why am I in the Rio Hotel like fucking Phil Helmuth and the other poker douches?"
"But Ms Invisible Girl....But Miss...."
"WHAT YOU LITTLE FREAK! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?"
"I want to know why you have leather suspenders strapped to your cootch?"
1 comment:
This takes me back to the late '50s sitting on the floor in front of our Raytheon watching the June Taylor dancers...mesmerized.
Post a Comment