Kilt Uncle
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This will be my backup plan.
.. Do you really want to go that much? I wouldn't go myself.
This will be my backup plan.
.. Do you really want to go that much? I wouldn't go myself.
Actually, I don't want to go, but if I don't and miss the opportunity just to touch him for a second I'll be very mad at myself. I just want to shake his hand. And I'm wearing pants so that totally dashes my pussy lips backup plan. Already the night is unravelling.
Can't do any harm?
He is the quarry.
you only live once and he probably only lives once, too.
Ummmmmm, I'm not so sure about that.
is he a feline?
Maybe you can bring him a gift. he looks like a man who enjoys a good scarf and maybe a can of instant soup.
is he a feline?
Maybe you can bring him a gift. he looks like a man who enjoys a good scarf and maybe a can of instant soup.
Okay, gotta go. Bye!
Okay, gotta go. Bye!
J'adore Le Martin.
Imagine you've admired his comedy and writing for years. Imagine sitting outside a cafe in L.A reading 'The Pleasure Of My Company' by Steve Martin. You're in the city alone. The book is about someone in L.A on their own. You're reading it. Then put it down, thinking - wow - I'd love to meet Steve M. He gets it so accurately. A car parks at the curb. You glance up from your cup of coffee. Out of the car steps Steve Martin. He looks at you as if he knows you. You hold each others gaze for a couple seconds. He walks off. You go back to reading the book. Freaking freaky.
I didn't meet him, but I sat in a theater with a bunch of other people and heard him speak. It was so moving I was certain during the first half of the movie I was going to pass out at some point. Truly magical evening. Then afterward I went to Cat & Fiddle. No Morrissey though. Oh well.