ok this here is some fucked up shit.Anyhow this chick that spends the night at my place sometimes,Mary or Marita or something like that tells me this morning,that in the course of our post-coital conversation,(during which Elvis left the building and I hurtled into the r.e.m. stage
).I continued to converse with her after the point when I....went to sleep.
This morning when I kneed her in the lower-back to inform her that it was "check-out-time"
She looked at me for a minute,as if I had sprouted a horn on the side of my head and then asked me,"exactly what is a faceblaster?"So I asked her,"what do you mean?,where did you hear that?"She explained that she wasn't aware that I was no longer participating in the conversation from a real-time perspective until I had gotten pretty far off-topic.
I am hoping that the fact that I ran into face on set a couple days ago,combined with the fact that I was in the second stage of sleep ,was the only reason that I would be in bed with ANY chick and be discussing Faceblaster
I know I'm not gay.Cause if I was, the one certaintee that I am comfortable with,would be: that I wouldn't be gay with faceblaster.
Face, please don't take that the wrong way ,it just is what it is.
I just needed to get that off my chest so I can avoid expensive therapy.
Oh and please? No one book me in anything that will have Faceblaster in the cast,atleast for the next couple days,
thanks....