There is a great article in last week's Rolling Stone about Randy Quaid. Someone in Hollywood is out to "whack" him and he's on the run, seeking asylum in Canada. Same crew who apparently offed Carradine and Chris Penn. Nuts. I wonder if that someone bears any resemblance to this guy:
Semi-old one from Rosemary's bday party. Jane went gypsy, there was a teddy bear parade.
We have secured the tree, lots of dancing went down on site. Best part about Christmas? The Goulet carol record.
Was able to float the Colorado, couple weeks back. The white Al hooked up with a trophy Guad bass. My moustache delivered a respectable two pounder, caught hobo jigging.
Just back from Richmond, the Shutz wedding. Good catch ups. Everyone looking holiday dashing, some helmeting, lots of bad idea chili dogs. Dr. Grace and Hank put up the Texas Ranger, god bless them. Cat Butt was local and solo.
Off to LA next week, then Charlotte for a little R&R. Lists forming.
Did miss this finale however, regrettably. YGG live, Cordani, let's swap notes. How boss are these two?
Ho Ho Ho.
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