In my latest high powered Hollywood production meeting
A couple of producer wannabes we're pitching an idea for a new movie.

"Mr Hanky, what we're looking at is getting a whole platoon of star actors and piting them against each other in a battle to the end."

I stopped playing with my executive stress toy, having nearly worn the plastic boobies out after a morning's kneading.

"Where's the funnies?" I asked.

The second producer stammered. "Well, we could get Jim Carey..."

As my nostrils flared they realised they might just as well have asked to rape my mum.

"No, I want a classic comedian lead in this battle of the actors," I said. "I want someone old school, someone with that X factor. I want Bob Hope..."

"Errr, he's dead..."

"Well, I want the new Bob Hope. Go and find him, you retarded shitmongers!" and they scurried out of my office pretty sharpish.

I scribbled the working title for this new epic of cinema in my notebook:

Star Wars: A New Hope...
( SpankyHanky, Tue 10 Mar 2009, 13:29, Reply)