[Curtain rises on a party in a London apartment, 1915. The guests are standing around a table of food, animatedly conversing about art. T.S. ELIOT loudly interrupts at the mention of the Sistine Chapel.]
T.S. ELIOT: Talking of Michelangelo—
FRIEND: Oh, shut the fuck up, Tom.
“On a cool, clear night, typical in Southern California, Warren G is traveling around his neighborhood, searching for women to have sex with. He’s chosen to engage in this pursuit alone.
Nate Dogg, however, has just arrived in Long Beach, seeking Warren. Ironically, Nate passes a car full of women who are excited to see him. He insists to the women that there’s no cause for the excitement.
Warren makes a left at 21st Street and Lewis, where he sees a group of young men enjoying a game of dice together. He parks his car and accosts them, excited to find people to play with, but is chagrined when he discovers they intend to pilfer him of his material possessions. Once the hopeful thieves reveal their firearms, Warren realizes he is in a considerable predicament.”
I’m sitting behind a lady with a Macbook Pro who I’m pretty sure is writing a spec script for The Shield.
Is that show even on anymore?
Maybe it’s fan fiction.
if you ever want to laugh and feel bad about yourself at the same time, follow dan.