Integrity. I have it. Well, not as much as I used to have. I guess it is fair to say I have some of it. Even though it has been a while since I.....well, ok, I suppose I am in need of some more at this point in my life.
Let me start over.
Integrity. Title integrity. It's very important that a movie reflects what the customer thinks he is going to see. SHE'S HALF MY AGE, my friends, has oodles of title integrity. Just ask 20-year-old Alana James. You can't even buy this lass a glass but you can give her the most intoxicating of beverages for the barely-legal: baby batter.
Alana dropped by tonight to do her first performance on camera. You will see her at
www.loadmymouth.com and SHE IS HALF MY AGE #9. Did I do right by all my pervy brethren? I certainly think so. My word is my bond. When I say I am going to corrupt the morals of women born around 1988, I mean it.
I guess....I guess I really do have integrity. "I love you, me." "I love you, too, myself."
So there you have it. When you think of integrity, I want you to think of me. Don't think of me as some ass-eating, toe-sucking, you-must-swallow-or-no-deal kind of guy. Think of me as you would other great men: Lincoln, Kennedy, that dude who spent 27 years in prison....Nelson Mandela.....and finally, ME. I've been in my mental prison for over 40 years now. Not one single letter, people. Not one.
This aggression will not stand, man!
