Surprised by a paintbush interview

My Christmas green froggy shirt

Karaoke kills Christmas

Something thats completely different

One year I was asked by that person to create a new Christmas Tree drawing for her Christmas party. I am not sure she liked the upside down tree but that is what she got-- Rick

The SP is packaged and sent on its way (end of play)

Gerry agrees that this play sucs. I think she either left out some of this play or accidentally deleted it, accidentally or on purpose, but you won't miss it. Playwrights are a jealous group, so deal with it.

My Wild Child, the Shetland Pony play series (3-4)

Gerry is very sorry she ever told Doc about her horsey background. She tells him she used to read Balzac in the chickencoop and always wanted to get away from that 2 horse town so she could find guys who read French novelists. He just tries to be cute instead of talking to her about literature. She goes down to his apartment hoping to get him to forget about that damned pony.


Doc's snifter is too keen to take his pony down to his apartment, but he reasons that Gerry's olfactory senses are lacking because she has put up with 2 smelly cats she got from the dead guy. He even insists he can smell the dead guy in the shoebox where Gerry keeps his ashes. Gerry listens to his nonsense down in his apartment as he freshens his drink, insisting he is not drunk even though he has had 17 vodka and orange juices that day.


Header photo comes from our friend Connie which I thought fit Doc's play better than anything I could come up with even if it does have Gerry's name on it. Just ignore. I suppose Doc had to give her some kind of kickback for being his secretary-- Rick

Not dictated and not read by Doc. My secretary went crazy again. --Doc

I am tired of listening to him dictate, after it took me 5 hours to embed his stuff yesterday. He has no appreciation. --Gerry

Shetland Pony play series begins (1 and 2) GF has a cow when I bring a shetland pony into her apartment!

In number one I ask to rent a mustang at the airport and they give me a shetland pony which I ride to my GF's apartment in the Westward Ho. I take it up to the 9th floor where she lives and when she sees me with a shetland pony she has a cow.




I bring my GF roses but all she can think about is how I am breaking the rules with this little horse in her apartment. Women! They are so afraid. If we men did not show more guts, life would not be nearly so interesting. Agree?