Excuse the blots and scrawl of this letter. I am writing in an astonishing hurry and my secretary is so much engaged in copying public, that he has no time to devote to private letters—and my female secretary is at present in the straw with a young gentleman who sends his compliments to you.

Ed Wood was a backwards genius, he set out to make horror movies and he didn’t know how to do it. . . . Mencken said, “Nobody ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the American people.” Well, Ed Wood did go broke by underestimating their intelligence.

Coordinate term: choirgirl

I don't think the Vatican would have enjoyed my Sacred & Profane Polyween party this last October. We had a few Jesi, including my boyfriend, who posed with a big can of beer, thus answering the eternal question What Would Jesus Drink? Another Jesus had his own cross and a dotted line on his torso with the note Insert Spear Here.