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Bill Zuckert15 December 1915-23 January 1997
18 February
Rehearsed Naked Mole Rats last night.
Well, we've beaten them all.
Last night they were rehearsing another show below us, and there was alot of general yelling and stuff, which was nothing unusual, and then suddenly during a wildly dramatic pause, we heard, clear as day,
"Will you get off my back you flaming asshole!"I was chomping down on the inside of my cheek, trying desperately not to laugh and screw up the scene, and they continued. They kept talking and talking, and the noise downstairs got louder and louder, and then five lines from the end, a woman started screaming, and I started giggling, and then Cynthia lost it, then Scott, and the whole scene dissolved into silliness.
I told them that since they clearly would be unable to perform without an unbelievable amount of noise, I would have to release a flock of turkeys onstage, and Scott said
I had noted earlier that Scott, who is our fight choreographer, looks unbelievably sexy with a prop gun in his hand, so I made him demonstrate for Cynthia last night, and we were just drooling, and he started accusing us of putting him on. "O no", we cried, "We sure aren't!" And Cynthia told him that all he had to do was have blood on his face, and he'd be cake! A tip for boys, if you're bleeding from the face, chicks dig that.
I got 83 hits yesterday! EIGHTY-THREE!!!
If Jamie Wilmeth in Tuzla reads this, your e-mail address is fucked--I tried to answer you FIVE times! Please write again.
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