I know I should've done this about eight years ago, but today marked my first mailing. Filled with childish wonder and energy, I stuffed each lil' envelope with an eye toward hope (and a legit agent). I was instructed to be concise, so each headshot was accompanied with a Polaroid depicting me begging for representation kneeling in a pool of my own urine. Let's hope good taste prevails.
While scrolling through my phone pictures looking for the above hot pic, I realized I had a few photos I neglected to post. Here's one of Johnny Sushiface:
And another of Lil' Stacy Crotchface (I couldn't believe that Daddy wouldn't shift a little so as not to attract attention):
5 comments:
Is he erect? Tell me he's not erect.
Shannon
It was tough to tell from my subway perch, Shannon, but if it's not erect, it's certainly achieved a modest level of tensile strength
also...how could you NOT be a little erect? Am I right fellas?
Hey- Oh!
Oh my.
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