With the current climate of disdain for insurance companies, especially Blue Cross, I want to take a moment out and acknowledge the company with the balls to raise premiums 40% at one time.
Blue Cross Blue Shield telephone hold message:
Hey guys, a weekend at the lake sounds fun, but be aware of the dangers involved. Males are three times as likely to die from drowning and fireworks than females.
This summer don’t be a show-off, and leave the heavy duty fireworks to the professionals.
Word.
Thumbing through my LA Gay and Lezzie Film festival guide, I was forlorn to see a too-attractive wasp sitting at a typewriter wearing a white tee and Buddy Holly glasses with the word “HOWL” next to it and, moreover, the name “James Franco” under that. I say Goddamn! Put a hot guy in anything and gays will eat it up. Shit. Ginsberg wasn’t a hot Aryan, he was a handsome Jew. James Franco is a mere showpiece, a tart. Where’s Jeff Goldblum when you need him?
It's fun to be a gay beat poet!
I prefer BEFORE.
