In a past life John was a Duck, and I
was an Australian Cattle Dog, and we
made the cutest couple. In this life we
both like to perform interpretative
dances to Total Eclipse of the Heart in
the office. And he's one of the
original Pink Ladies. Bite the weenie,
Riz.
John and I met on the set of Circus of
the Stars in 1987. He was totally
scoping Gary Coleman and I was denying
things by simultaneously playing both
Tina Yothers and the youngest dude on
Growning Pains. (Does anyone know his
name?) John makes me feel things.
Physically. He's a real talent and a
gem. One day we'll actually hang out.
John makes me say, "If only I were a
man!" He sparkles! He's bright! More
fun than french toast!! (And I really
LOVE french toast.) There are lots of
Johns in the world, but there's only
one John.
In so many ways John makes me question
everything that I am, everything that I
feel, everything that I touch,
everything that I touch that
says, "please stop, it feels funny,"
everything that I smell, and everything
that I touch for a second time even
though I hear the sirens blaring down
the street towards my ice-cream truck.
John is a red-headed black hole of
black-holed redness and will expand
your mind, soul, and any other orifice
you like with his wit, charm, and jwau-
ve-falfukingotch...a word which means
nothing, yet means so much when used to
describe the masterful ways of John
Flynn. I love this man. And you should,
too.
(O)ver
(H)ookers
(N)aked
was an Australian Cattle Dog, and we
made the cutest couple. In this life we
both like to perform interpretative
dances to Total Eclipse of the Heart in
the office. And he's one of the
original Pink Ladies. Bite the weenie,
Riz.
the Stars in 1987. He was totally
scoping Gary Coleman and I was denying
things by simultaneously playing both
Tina Yothers and the youngest dude on
Growning Pains. (Does anyone know his
name?) John makes me feel things.
Physically. He's a real talent and a
gem. One day we'll actually hang out.
man!" He sparkles! He's bright! More
fun than french toast!! (And I really
LOVE french toast.) There are lots of
Johns in the world, but there's only
one John.
everything that I am, everything that I
feel, everything that I touch,
everything that I touch that
says, "please stop, it feels funny,"
everything that I smell, and everything
that I touch for a second time even
though I hear the sirens blaring down
the street towards my ice-cream truck.
John is a red-headed black hole of
black-holed redness and will expand
your mind, soul, and any other orifice
you like with his wit, charm, and jwau-
ve-falfukingotch...a word which means
nothing, yet means so much when used to
describe the masterful ways of John
Flynn. I love this man. And you should,
too.
And he stinks of talent.