It's Friday. Again. I'm doing lunch with my wife at The Elephant today, followed by Midnight in Paris at the Palace Nova. (After that crack about her chattering away pointlessly, I had to do something thoughtful. Meanwhile, my bruises are healing nicely.)
At the same time, webisodes are up and happening. The Marseille Web Fest just wrapped. It featured twenty-two entries from a dozen countries (none from Australia, though). Script Cops was one of seven American entries.
The competition was won by The Big Dick Mike Show. That's a guy called "Mike" who really fancies his own appendage. It's so impressive, he thinks, that he's entitled to coast through life. Could any one show be more enthralling?
Meanwhile the rest of us can enjoy... Script Cops.
At the same time, webisodes are up and happening. The Marseille Web Fest just wrapped. It featured twenty-two entries from a dozen countries (none from Australia, though). Script Cops was one of seven American entries.
The competition was won by The Big Dick Mike Show. That's a guy called "Mike" who really fancies his own appendage. It's so impressive, he thinks, that he's entitled to coast through life. Could any one show be more enthralling?
Meanwhile the rest of us can enjoy... Script Cops.
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