Tonight I finally got up the nerve to kiss squinney. Oooooh, it was SO dreamy! I'll never wash these lips again, even if it costs me the adulation of my fans and the chance at resurrecting my film career.
And...just how would you have had access to Lou's nightstand drawer for years, joe? Are you and he lovers?
This is outrageous! I have never seen such a callous disregard for a person's privacy. I would never reveal these intimate details of Lou's life to you, let alone to the entire world. Besides, what Lou and I have is a beautiful thing -- don't make it seem to be dirty.
What we have is strictly a matter between us.
And when I say "us," I of course mean Lou, me, and Boo-boo-kitty.
I'm surprised you have a fascination with Lou Diamond Phillips, squinney.
I had you pegged as someone who would be infatuated with, oh.... Jerry Falwell or someone like that.
astute observation there gus....naturally I would expect a wife of mine to be a Jerry Falwell devotee....I'm working on her....remember us in your night time devotions....
You're in my prayers brother. And I shall go crazy with my rosary as I spew out Hail Marys and Our Fathers in frenzied attempt to free your wife's mind from the images she has of that heathen Hollywood Indian.
You're in my prayers brother. And I shall go crazy with my rosary as I spew out Hail Marys and Our Fathers in frenzied attempt to free your wife's mind from the images she has of that heathen Hollywood Indian.
Be strong, brother. She is not well right now.
Actually he is from the Phillipines Gus, and a pretty cool guy, but since squinney is a cousin of Billy Grahams and since I used to do a lot of acid back in the day with Jerry's nephews in Lynchburg, I do feel we should keep up that strong bond of Christian faith in the men squinney fantasizes about cuckolding me with.
Sweet!
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