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brocky - 2005-08-24 08:47:30
Paws off my MC Wedges, bitches! They're MINE!
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Bob Calls Her Fingers - 2005-08-24 11:58:08
So, what you need to know is, is that LA is a fucking crazy place where wicky-wack shit happens. Like, me and 7 friends from SD sleeping in the streets, so that we could get a place holder, to get a number, to get a ticket to be on The Price Is Right. What you also need to know if that we got shot up by the PBM (Paint Ball Mafia) while waiting in said line - it's b/c we had crips and bloods sitting together and never the twain are supposed to meet. So, nearly 15 hours later we somehow made it into the hallowed studio under the guise of a Professional Frisbee Golf Team from San Diego (ha ha ha) after passing a gruelling 3 question inquisition by the TPIR producers. We were wearing bright orange Ts (purchased and created at the local Kmart only hours earlier) that said "I Heart Barker's Beauties...(front)" "Bob's Cool Too!(back)" and were placed smack dab in the middle and even had our own guest cameo where Bob talked to us. One of my friends was the last person to be called to Contestants Row and bid $2K on a washer/dryer set (the fool!). Long story short, yours truly and friends will be all over the 10/26/05 (see above link for up to date info) episode of TPIR. And if you think TPIR looks cheesy on TV, then only my own verbal exuberance can truly relate what surreal wanka-land the TPIR set is in reality, I mean Bob had a producer that had been with the show for 30 years that he called "Fingers" and just in case you were wondering, yeah, he did her. P.S. - And I saw Theo from Road Rules at some bar on Saturday night - Geez, I'm soo star stuck.
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