| Stingy Jack |
06-29-2004 07:07 AM |
Actually, Jabba the Hutt kind of looks like this bitch that used to rent a room from my best friend. She was like, 35 years old and was working on this novel. It started out as a ghost story, but turned into some sexual fantasy about how she and a friend meet R.E.M. in Georgia and end up dating the band members. It was a terrible book ... but hilarious at the same time. My friend and I found it in a drawer and would read it periodically while she was at work. Here is an example of her impeccable writing:
"What was that?" he asked, unknowingly.
"What do you think it was?" Herbert quized.
"Will you two shut-up!" Joyce quiffed.
It was about three hundred pages of that. It was great. |
