The fame is just getting too much. After moving out West (to a previously undisclosed location) to escape the heat of the paparazzi, media and general crush of attention it's back on. Out with the Marcuses last night at a bar, and a lame bar at that, the waiter comes up and asks Adam and I, "Do we have some new arrivals here?"
I shit you not. Let me repeat, "Do we have some new arrivals here?"
I'll let you imagine the rest of the tale.
2 comments:
thanks for your text last night.
i hope the rest of the story does not involve flip-flopping.
We might need to consider hiring a publicist...
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