The Jersey shore. Where the beer flows like Roofies, and the definition of “classy” is a garter hung from the rearview mirror of an IROC-Z.Got a call last night from Ted the Director, who was back east attending the Jersey Shore Film Festival, and I’ll be damned, but we won an award. I’d make room for it on the mantel, only I don’t have a mantel. Instead, I’ll make room on the toilet. So hit the bricks, tissue box with crocheted cover.
I’d better wrap this up. If I go on too long with my acceptance speech at this fest I assume they’ll play me off with the stage with Bon Jovi’s “Never Say Goodbye.” And that’s not good for anyone.
