So I’m still not sure how many scripts I’m dealing with from that Venice trash can. There was a lot of script pages (bad and prolific are not two traits you want bundled together). But I think this is the same homeless Kevin from the other page, though there might be multiple Kevins across the scripts. I hope not. That’ll make this harder.
Or even worse if a script is called ‘Multiple Kevins’
Man, Luther is a HEAVY show.
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Found this page of a screenplay in the trash on Venice Blvd.
(via cracked)
If they were doing a nature documentary about me they would refer to doors as ‘my natural predator’
Dead grandfather = thumbs down
Big writing contract = thumbs up
Continued existence of artichokes = Thumbs sideways
Alright 2012, so far you’re a wash.
I just bought this signed photo of the cast from Entourage for the person I hate most in my life. $695 well spent.
I wrapped it in turds pounded flat and dried in the sun.
For Natalie who always makes me do all four of them.
(via thebluthcompany)
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Meh. It’s not like he has parents to spend his Christmas with anyway.
(Source: radrecorder, via ecantwell)
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“The things we cannot laugh at, end up owning us.” — some inspirational twat
My audio engineer is so good he can match the dialogue from my cracker filled mouth with the dialogue from my sandwich filled mouth.
What’s a chicken’s favorite horror movie?
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Poultry-Geist
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