Hunk Johnson: How about that local sports team, hmm?
Mary Jane: Don't give me that small talk, Hunk, I know why you're here. To blackmail me because I -- dramatic pause and don't forget the cheesy organ -- blogged with you-know-who.
Hunk Johnson: Blackmail is such an ugly word. I prefer extortion. The x makes it sound cool.
*requisite close-ups of sweaty brows and tortured eyeballs in a delicious steadicam tango*
*another pause, less melodrama, more offended thespian*
Mary Jane: Um, wasn't that the cue for the soap opera music? And where are the closing credits?
Hunk Johnson: You think this dump would have production values? What the hell are you smoking?
Mary Jane: Some goooood stuff. I bet you'd love some.
Hunk Johnson: Now who's blackmailing?
Mary Jane: Extorting.
This has been another tawdry and sordid episode of Placeholder Place.
Tune in next week to see if they roll one. In the hay.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Placeholder Place
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13 comments:
Hunk Johnson always was smooth with the small talk
Oh goodie. I hope she holds the cigarette holder the entire time! I'm gonna bring popcorn too!
Always loved those hottie movie starletts from the pre-bikini wax days!
jang, he was so smooth, Michael Jackson wrote a song about him.
sherry, does this mean I have to write another installment?
chef, man, Rita Hayworth was, scientifically speaking, yowza.
Hey, anyone who can work "sweaty," "organ" and Rita Hayworth into a G-rated post early in the day is creatively gifted and refreshingly eclectic.
Interesting dialogue. That must be what them intellektuals call "film nwar."
Excellent work. I love the nwar genre too. I'll get out my cigarette holder for the next episode and smoke along.
And I have the hots for the starlet. Who is she, and where can I meet her? Is she a member of the Wulfshead? Does anyone else know you have a secret life? Does your wife? I'm strapped for cash. Are you black-mailable?
Has Marilyn Monroe or Lauren Bacall ever appeared on Placeholder Place? Now that's two starlets I totally go gaga over.
Please remain seated until the movie grinds to a complete halt.
Ha! I like the part where the hippopotamus accidentally sits on the ukulele.
SWA, please, no praise, I'm merely thinking of the children.
tom, dude, I thought that said film gwar. Now that would be a clusterfuck of carnival-like proportion.
utah, perhaps we should have the Bartender invite Miss Hayworth, no?
Blackmail-able? Most definitely. But I've no loot. You should look for a rich man. What about your state's own Mitt Romney?
BB, they have not, but they would make excellent cameos.
susan, groan. I mean, moan.
dr. zaius, I'm glad someone does because that scene was hell to write!
Fuck I love this, especially after my hippie speedball. ;)
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