...to meet George Clooney.
Ok. Less to meet him, and more to just marry him. We can actually skip the meet alltogether, and go straight to the marrying part.
While attempting to keep up with the world of movies that I'm no longer in (ha! - although I do now know a lot about Brad Grey thanks to LA Magazine) I just read that Ocean's Thirteen will be filming next month on 5 stages here by my house at Warner Brothers. That's within walking distance. In fact, that's 1 minute walking distance.
I really think Mr. Clooney and his gang (Brad, Matt etc...) will probably go to the local Taco Bell for lunch. I mean, they seem like that type, right? I totally think if I hang out there every day for the next 2 months, I'll run into them.
I mean, if I can run into Matthew Fox (married) at the grocery store, then I should fully deserve to run into George Clooney (unmarried) at Taco Bell. And he'll be so smitten with me, we'll immediately retire to his Italian Villa where we'll engage in non-stop physical activities not appropriate for this blog which is read by my mother.
I am so hotter than Krista Allen. Stop laughing. I'm serious.
4 comments:
I don't know if it would work between you two. George Clooney believes in God. Well, techincally he just has a lot of self-confidence, but it amounts to the same thing.
Dude, you could TOTALLY get Clooney. You are WAY hotter than that skank Krista.
Geez...you don't want Clooney. He's just another pooty-head.
Ops, I think I just gave myself away...
Hypey - someone's jealous :^)
Tracy - I'm thinking the 2 months of Taco Bell might put me at a disadvantage, but I'll hope Clooney likes chubby girls.
Anon - all men are pooty heads. We just accept it.
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