Friday, April 21, 2006

4/21/06

11:28 a.m.

Right now I'm sitting in a holding room on the set of a TV show called, Desire. I'm not sure what the show is about, but I just finished "acting" as a civilian on a scene where the stars of the show are being booked at a police station for having public sex. (I was just talking on the phone...fully clothed...sickos.)

More later...

12 comments:

Higgy said...

I'm cueing up the "Bwang-schwacket" music anyway, Polly. You never know when you're going to need it!

Besides, you are around uniforms and handcuffs - and there's public sex going on!

*also loads the "bwang-chicka-bwang-bwang" music, just in case*

Tell us more!

Kafaleni said...

tell me more, tell me more,
(did ya get very far?)
Tell me more, tell me more,
(like, does he have a car?)
uh huh, mm hmm, uh huh


*smacks earwig with a mallet*

I'll have to start watching television again... VM & Desire for starters..

Anonymous said...

whoo, baby baby, baby baby.

O.K. Det. Polly, Molly-Sue wants to know, Can you find me now?

Anonymous said...

This blog and its new policies of infrequent updates and no booby pictures bores me!

Bring back the 3,500-word diatribes and pictures of Polly vaingloriously putting herself and her $5,000 rack on display.

Anonymous said...

This blog and its new policies of infrequent updates and no booby pictures bores me!

I'd have to agree... What am I to do with my work days now???

Cap'n Bob Napier said...

Gee, Anonymous, how can she resist such charming flattery. Why don't you come out of the closet so LHM can kick your ass?

Polly P.I. said...

Only one man I know would use "vaingloriously" and "diatribe" in the same sentence.

How's it going, Rolph?

Anonymous said...

Vaingloriously? Dude, that's a word! Is it?

I was jealous of the $5000 rack. I still look 12 from the neck down. Maybe I should get one.....Now that's fodder for the family, eh?

Love and Kisses from the cousins (Hehe)

insomniac said...

"Fully Clothed Sickos" wbagnfarb.

Rolph said...

I am falsely accused.
Appropriately pigeon holed, but falsely accused nevertheless.

Still, to accomplish the true goal of this blog (i.e. to get the attention back on Polly), I will remind all that your beloved P.I.'s birthday is in the lusty month of May.

Yes, I remember the exact date, Polly. I just choose not to share it with your future stalkers.

Happy 17th birthday!

Polly P.I. said...

Rolph!

It only took most of a year and falsely accusing you of forked-tongued verbosity to convince you to de-blurk yourself.

My diabolical plan worked.

Vaingloriously.

Thanks for the birthday wish, but if I'm 17-years-old now that means we dated when we were fetuses...

Mad Scientist said...

Happy Birthday Polly!!!