June 25, 2010
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Here’s Randy Taylor’s haiku:
Tennis in England.
Six hundred pound a pussies.
Pass me the sausage.
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Here’s Randy Taylor’s haiku:
Tennis in England.
Six hundred pound a pussies.
Pass me the sausage.
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I had a dream last night about Randy Taylor. Dave and I were trying to get out of Detroit because the State Fair that had been held there put too much of a strain on the grid and a nuclear plant was about to blow, so we hitched a ride with my brother-in-law who was Randy Taylor, but he was mad because he was driving a van instead of a truck. At one point Dave and I stopped at a place that said they had fried pies, and he was curious to taste one, but they weren’t real fried pies, they were round.
Honest to god.
makes sense.
Oh…I have my complaint all scripted out – but I’m not sure my dramatic reading does it justice. I need to hire me an actor.
I’m available, and I’m cheap.
Huh. Huh-huh.
I also have a pocket full of scrap papers all ready for fiction.
What accents can you do?
Do you know who you’re talking to, Michael? What accents can’t I do?
You’re right, for what I have in mind, a non-accent seems best.
As an actor and a scientist, I think you should let me be the judge of that.
I thought Dave was the scientist.
Dave is a scientist, but I am also a scientist. And an actor.
Randy Taylor.
Due to spoilers I’m going to have to end the interview now. You’ll hear back from us in 6 to 8 weeks. Or you won’t.
Deron, did Michael just tell me I didn’t get the job?
Cindy, you’ve been great. thanks for coming in.
ok
At this time no decisions have been made. We will let you know if you are selected for the position.
ok
thank
you
This Randy. You don’t have Cindy for the job you got squat. Cindy can talk like everywhere talks, whoever tha place may be.
There, you see. IT’S YOUR LOSS, BUSTERS.
Six hundred pounds is way too much to pay for 12oz of sausage.