Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Saved By Supermodels

I worked a 13 hour sfift today print the SAME DAMN THING...a booklet on the Supreme Council of the Ameranth. An offshoot of the Freemasons. The men are Buccanneers and the women are Pearls. Actually, the women looked more like characters from CARNIVAL OF SOULS, even more so when the silk paper the photos ran on burned in the fuser area, giving the demented old bats a more shriveled look. Thankfully, I was saved by supermodels. Imagine what nonsense I would be typing if I had already gulped down my NyQuil drenched vanilla ice cream...? Without much sanity, Wayne


Stewart Sternberg said...

Dear Wayne,
I have given this much thought and have decided I would like to be saved by supermodels as well. I am not a greedy man, I think two would suffice. I prefer blondes, but I understand that beggars can't be choosers.

I look forward to their arrival and plan on bathing in anticipation of my rescue.

Michael Fountain: Blood for Ink said...

Don't do it, man! Have you heard what comes out of their brains when they open their mouths? These accidental celebrities and genetic aristocrats must be stopped. Don't go into the light, Carol Anne!Look away from the light!!! Carol Anne - listen to me. Do NOT go into the light! Stop where you are. Turn away from it. Don't even look at it!