Luckily Elder Wonder discovered that AND got the girl.
I gave the cocksucker (who I owe a producing credit to) twenty bucks to convince his boss, a boss with a tube shoved up his ass, that my novel would make a terrific film.
Saturday morning was the first time we had ever met and I had known him for only twenty-five minutes. But what a golden twenty-five minutes.
Are we playthings? Could it be humans were created by an alien race and we’re part of some goofy advanced culture’s computer games?