Listen, I don't know what the man did, but there will be no violence against animals. Like just read Coetzee, violence against animals and humans is interelated... besides, business should never ever involve hurting people, just look at your run of the mill totalitarian government... it's not business.
He was my right and left hand during the skinny white boy club days.
And I took him to his first gentleman's club. Well his first good one. Ahhh the memories...now I hear from many sources that Wil is an expert in the "hit it up right" dance...I'm so proud.
Wil taught me how to make movies...he
taught me the importance of art, a good
story, and excessive amounts of fake
blood. I'd like to thank the
Academy...and I'd like to thank Wil
Ryan. My all-time number one of the
top ten favorite Wil moment: We're at
a party at Virginia's. Wil has been
dancing alone in a corner with
Virginia's giant toy stuffed boa
constrictor wrapped around his body.
He disappears. Where's Wil? In the
bedroom. On the phone. "Who ya
calling?" W: NOBODY! He rushes out,
and five minutes later he's trying to
use the fax machine to make a phone
call. "Who ya calling, Wil?" W: I'm
trying to call President Bush! It's
very important! I need to tell him
that he sucks!
Wil is the only guy I know who can vault
parking meters in a single bound and
wear a towel on his head Lawrence of
Arabia-style without a trace of irony.
Wil, you jerk you... thanks for the
lovely testimonial. In return I will
spin only beautiful tales about the
magical times we've shared together:
the giggling, the scheming, the
practicing sports after school so we
could beat the blind girl at tennis and
bowling, and all those crude things
that unescpectedly escape your soft,
sweet lips.....
And I took him to his first gentleman's club. Well his first good one. Ahhh the memories...now I hear from many sources that Wil is an expert in the "hit it up right" dance...I'm so proud.
taught me the importance of art, a good
story, and excessive amounts of fake
blood. I'd like to thank the
Academy...and I'd like to thank Wil
Ryan. My all-time number one of the
top ten favorite Wil moment: We're at
a party at Virginia's. Wil has been
dancing alone in a corner with
Virginia's giant toy stuffed boa
constrictor wrapped around his body.
He disappears. Where's Wil? In the
bedroom. On the phone. "Who ya
calling?" W: NOBODY! He rushes out,
and five minutes later he's trying to
use the fax machine to make a phone
call. "Who ya calling, Wil?" W: I'm
trying to call President Bush! It's
very important! I need to tell him
that he sucks!
my life was complete...
parking meters in a single bound and
wear a towel on his head Lawrence of
Arabia-style without a trace of irony.
tack...and he gives good jib.....
lovely testimonial. In return I will
spin only beautiful tales about the
magical times we've shared together:
the giggling, the scheming, the
practicing sports after school so we
could beat the blind girl at tennis and
bowling, and all those crude things
that unescpectedly escape your soft,
sweet lips.....