Death of a playwright, who just happens to have spent five years boning Marilyn Monroe.
Saturday Night De.. - no. Wait. We can't do that. That's ridiculous. What have we become? Just going for the obvious? No. This game has a long, proud tradition of finding the funniest blurb we can from a giant pile of steaming obvious. It's time to kick it up a notch. Time to light the collective fire under our asses, and come up with something more than good. Something GREAT. Here we go:
Dammit. Nothing. Fuck. Sorry.
(d) August 18th, 2014