auditions... so many auditions...

auditions... so many auditions...

Suddenly I heard a high pitched yelp. A ragdoll was falling from the grid above... No, wait; It was a man. He hit the stage floor with a loud thud. He... was dead.

-spians who had been waiting in the wings. A woman dressed in an ostrich costume screamed when she saw the corpse onstage. Keeping in character, she screamed just like an ostrich.

Then buried her head into the wooden stage & fell, lifeless, right beside the 1st corpse. Jeez! It was gonna be one of THOSE days at the theatre (sigh). Soon after, our stage manag

er gave up the ghost. The police hauled if off to gaol and paid the stage manager a big bounty in big bills. I saw where he hid it. If one more of the actors died I'd filch it and

Use the money to run off to Jerusalem, and Nicaragua, and Finland, and Spain, and Barcelona, and Paris, and Amsterdam and all the places i always wanted to steal from. I've got amb

-itions. I'm going places, baby! nobody is going to stop me this time. I'm going to the top! my pockets full of cash, and my hands full of

booty. Arr! I'm going places, baby. Nobody, no nobody, nobody's gonna stop -- " click! Now I remember why I hardly listen to the radio anymore. It seems like

They play the same old infomercials about why men like me need Viagra. I don't need that and do zen meditation instead after meeting the famous monk, Le. It changed my life!