To the guy that made screwing in rollerskates in front of Burt Reynolds surprisingly poetic instead of down right creepy, I wish you and your little ditty about "An Oil Man" the best of luck.
I am willing to bet my kitten that D.D. Lewis already has a clinch on the Best Actor but here's to hoping that you will grace the stage (they better not do that half ass interviewed in the chairs for the lesser known awards that they did last year. What a mother fuckin slap in the face!) for acceptance of the writing, director and best pict. I will have my fingers crossed and my milkshake cold for you. : )
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