Going out Wide and Cunt Rocks
Finley's smart. She gives up and goes to nap on the couch in the Den, at the other end of the house.
What a bore they all were last night, gassing on and on about a script "going out wide" on Monday. All these people do is gripe about not getting recognition from other people who are whining about the same thing. Going out wide seems like a stupid idea. That's like if I made an original pile of poop and gave an agent or a tick 10% of what I've got to go out there and promote me to every single person in Hollywood. I can see it now: an obnoxious flea from CAA goes out wide and jumps on every studio exec about how talented I am and how I should get a big development deal. A giant mound of shit on Sunset Boulevard with my name on it. Produced by, Directed by... Jinky.
They went out wide, all right. They all ate so much, they could hardly get out the door.
After everybody left, we all got into bed and Mom was hitting the bedsheets with the pillow.
Mom: "What are all these little rocks in here? It's like there's sand in the bed!
Dad: "Those are cunt rocks. My mother told me about them. It's when you don't use your pussy for a long time and you get little crystalized cunt rocks that get in the bed, that's all."
Mom: "You're truly revolting, you know that?"
I know what it is; I've seen the cat go under the covers right after she gets out of the littler box.