Unless it’s quite cold.
Next week, filmmaker Miss Sandberg-Hansson (we’re practically married — neither church, state nor shul can keep us apart — only director Paul Verhoven can), must flee our fair land for a few months to get her immigration status in order.
It pains me that such an Aryan maiden must be troubled by such things when our border is being overrun by dusky broads not nearly as fine.
I should become America’s immigration czar.
Julia emails: "I want James Gunn to be attracted to me so i can turn him down."
Don’t we all?
Julia: "You gay?"
No. I’m not gay. I’m just saving myself for the right woman.
