so that's the secret to how jeff keeps ashley from going all later-year elvis. i can kinda picture her shooting out a tv, crushing cheeseburgers for a while, then saying "doc, i've gotta responisbility to my fans, you gotta give me something to get the king in shape!"

plus, no sane person would go into a situation where you have to smile and allow a thousand ac-creamesque cretins likely having hygeine issues to take a picture with you or sign something without sticking a sharpie in their eyeballs. you couldn't pay me to be around that many fat men with lee jeans a little too short, white socks and black sneakers wearing their nametags around their neck. i think girls must have to get robert-downey jr. fucked-up to make it through ac-land. worse than doing a scene with steve holmes and his merry band of pathogens.

this is totally unrelated to sammura, i'm sure comedy is impending.