Gasparilla: I’m a Shitty Photographer
Gasparilla: I'm a Shitty Photographer
Gasparilla: I'm a Shitty Photographer
A look at the best and the worst YouTube has to offer by a man driven to internet writing after rejection from the cruel world of cinema.
The toughest, most complicated holiday of the year exemplifies the emotional dichotomy between men and women. Solutions anyone?
<p class="MsoNormal">The Lady in Leather Skirt and Boots w/ the banging body on Telegraph,<br />Okay, so you’re not a whore (yet). But I’m telling you, we could make some big money together…set your own hours; work from home!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">--Wolf (The 1200 block of Telegraph)</p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">This is for Mandy at Mulligan’s last night: As I was <i style="">about</i> to say before your boyfriend started sling-shot-ing<span style=""> </span>punches to my face, my name is Peter. Hi.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">--Peter</p> <p class="MsoNormal">p.s. He seems violent. You should dump him.<br />Give me a call and we’ll talk about it. </p>
It's not like you're wearing sunglasses you know. I can feel the heat from your eyes burning on me like a thousand suns. You want me so badly.
The spoon turns red<br />and somewhere in your<br />leftover emotional knapsack<br />the sky looks like I’m<br />running. It's true.<br /><br />And by the time I get to where I’m<br />shooting,<br />I forgot it was her who got me to<br />pull the trigger.<br />So,<br />I keep my face<br />in the light of a match<br />and the dark of a foxhole,<br />remembering how she slutted her way out
<div style="clear:both;"></div><p class="MsoNormal">This isn’t a romantic Missed Connection or anything. I’m just looking for the whereabouts of my dear, dear friend Bob Wienkle.<br /><o:p></o:p>Bob? Hey there, buddy. How are you? You well?