We sat across the table, the old friend and I
Sipping a sad cold coffee and a watery iced tea
He: Am producing a movie sometime soon
Me: *Insert smart-ass inane joke here*
Me: Hyuck hyuck… I am so funny… you ought to use my lines for your film
He: Why not ... You will have to buy me dinner though, and often
Me: What? Waitamminnit! Why?
He: Simple funda … You wanna write for my movie, you gotta feed me… and anyone who wants a role in it will have to sleep with me… *smug grin*
Me: Haila … *Imagine open-mouthed, utterly amazed/disgusted/vague expressioned toinks here*
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so when he's not producing movies, he fucks stuffed toys?
Is this who I think it is?
Yes, indeed it is. Clicked on the link. Though the initials gave it away.
Do you even reply to smses anymore? Or have you changed number?
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