Angels have names and, it is said, calling

Angels have names and, it is said, calling on the name calls on its power. If that were true,

I suppose I was calling one of the Angels that fits on the head of a pin when I cried out "you pinhead!" after hanging up. Of all the stupid one liners to get a date that had to

really screw the pooch. I'd blown single-status so badly that there was a knock on my door. Scott Bao and Pauly Shore came in. They looked at me and said, "Do you hate your penis?"

"More than anything! Please, oh Please tell me what to do with this wretched penis!" Pauly Shore shook his head sadly, and replied, "I'm sorry, man. I can only show you the way.

The way of the walrus! Pauly Shore had become really cryptic since the labotomy. I sincerely think that he was a better person now and wondered what he knew about walrus penis.

I took notes as Shore explained, "Its texture ranges from blubber to ivory tusks, and its length ranges from a flat snout to a..." "Mr. Shore, what is meant by 'goo goo g'joob'?"

"It's an old medieval word for a badger's reproductive organs, which fell from use during the early Obama period. May I continue..?"

"ummm, no I think a different topic needs to be address. Mr. President when do you think the aliens will be returning to earth to aid in world peace?"

The script writer turned to the producer and asked "is this an American film?" The producer nodded and the script writer said "ok, alien war with America, guns with endless ammo

I need slow moving explosions and a cardboard cutout of a love interest. Put everything in CGI, we need this by Oscar season. Call it "On Golden Pond 2, The Next Generation."