“And Action!” I yelled into the microphone. Nicolas Cage roared. “And the whole time…you stand there…with this who-me…expression…on your FACE!” “Cut! That’s from Trapped In Paradise, 1994? Nic, can you stick to the script?” “I am sticking to the script,” Cage said, “Just not yours! Who wrote this? My Manager told me we were rebooting Left Behind to …
The Pope handed me my ball, a 9-lb Hammer Doom. I slipped my fingers into her three willing holes and rested the ball against my chin. My last thought before passing out from alcohol poisoning was a line from my adopted father, Mickey Spillane, “Alright, I’ll play ball but I’m going to make up a lot …
The Authors parked their butts in a sepia-colored corner of their mom’s basement that reeked of Lucky Strike smoke, cheap diet soda, and cheaper women. Their minds addled by a blatant disrespect for pop culture and modern mores, they feverishly typed on a Smith-Corona, the keys striking the paper with all the fury of a …
