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EL REY
#1
I ride with EL REY.

Just wanted to say that here for now.  I just got a better birthday present than Greg's Guinness Whiskey teaser.  

More to come.

But for now, it's another NDA.

Lipssealed
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#2
Shaolin 8-pole exploding death-touch Birthday Boy!
In the Tudor Period, Fencing Masters were classified in the Vagrancy Laws along with Actors, Gypsys, Vagabonds, Sturdy Rogues, and the owners of performing bears.
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#3
No need to tell us what this is about.  I can guess.

And all I can say is, It's about time you got your big Tat-Mau Wong break.

Can't wait to see you hosting those Thursday night film presentations.

Let me know if you need a silly sidekick.  I've got a clown suit I've been dying to take for a spin.
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#4
(03-01-2017, 10:29 AM)cranefly Wrote: Let me know if you need a silly sidekick.  I've got a clown suit I've been dying to take for a spin.

That has got to be the most terrifying DOOM post of the week.  Well played, brother!
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#5
Contract signed.

Thursday = Hollywood.  

Wish me to 'break a leg'.  

I do this for the honor of DOOM.
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#6
Just a word of warning.

The path of porn seldom leads to legit roles.

Still, you never know.  So go for it!
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#7
Does this mean you'll be in my Hollywood or as in your in show business?
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#8
Cranefly is speaking from experience.

I am looking forward to it. Whatever "it" is.
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#9
Well, whatever is happening is beginning to happen.
Because today is Thursday.

There's a sanguineous feel to the southern sky...
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#10
Getting ready for my close up.

Srsly
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#11
William Holden always was a great fluffer.

There's a whole lot of dots to connect for that one.

Oh, look!  I found more dots!

Be like Choy Yun Fat.  Do not close your eyes when you shoot.
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#12
Turns out the El Rey casting couch is...well...grindhouse. Sanguinous. Like a soiled brick wal in a dirty alley. Skulls in the corner. Dark and sound proof to muffle the screams. And the lights, so feckin bright, retina frying. Like a cop interrogation. I'm not the man I used to be and caved quickly. I gave it all up - where I hid the loot, where I buried the bodies, the passwords, the hostages, do what you want to the girl but leave me alone.

But it looks like I got the part. I go back in two weeks for a week of El Rey mayhem. I RIDE WITH EL REY.
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#13
Yay!

It's good to have parts.  I have a closet full of parts.

But probably nothing to compare to the part you're talking about.

Intriguing.  May it turn out well.
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#14
Brittany, you are *such* a tease!
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#15
Isn't it nice to know you can always turn to your friends for moral support?

Or is it amoral support? Your call.
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