This is the sight of a happy Moveitfred. Last night's wicked electrical and wind shit broke open the best day in weeks. Add to the greatness Moveitfred Jr. in basketball camp all day, so Moveitfred got out for a good long one in the breeze. Additional added bonus: no fucking flies biting his ass.
Months ago Moveitfred sent out one of his pile of shithole scripts to the greatest screenwriting competition on the planet: The Nicholl. Of the 200 million scripts entered, Moveitfred got word today that his did not make the quarterfinal cut of about 300 or so. However, according to the academy experts at Nicholl, he was one of a few very talented a-holes who got a "ps" added to the rejection with some notes on the script explaining how close it was to making the cut.
It's sort of like getting kicked in the nuts then having a podium girl slather some lard on your swollen nads.
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"It's sort of like getting kicked in the nuts then having a podium girl slather some lard on your swollen nads."
Who says coming up with ideas for the next script is difficult?
Yeah, no problemo in the idea department. It's the brain donors running the Hollywood machine that have no appreciation for Moveitfred's brilliance.
Forget Hollywood. All the good stuff is made in garden-style condos out in the valley.
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