3 posts old and no one has sent me a PM!!! 
Where’s my damn publicist??!!
Goons!!!
Stick,
What are you doing here?
You know you have a shoot next week. I was hoping (againts hope) that you’d be reading the script and learning your lines.
(alright, alright, girls, stop it, I’ll post for you… geesh!)
Hi Stick. The Twig Sisters are about to pop, wanting me to let them on! Hope you’ve fully recovered from your traumatic surgery. (They’ve lost their privileges over some …um… questionable online activity. 
) Any way, they send their adoration.
Some kind of agent! I haven’t had a decent gig for ages. Can’t blame a stick for wanting a little fun.
And lines?? You call these “Lines”? Lemme see … ah here we are:
“Stick sidles up close (not too close!) to the Parks Every whislte and smiles”
I want a new script writer.
Anyway. The Cabana is getting sooo gloomy! How about that picture window we were talking about? Someting with a view of the high enders would be nice … and a telescope.
I still haven’t seen my check for the Woodford gig … I’ve been scraping mud off my boot ever since! And I just got this from the paparazzi
Annie - Darling! Wonderful to hear from you. Here’s one for the girls. That’s moi at the drum tent jam session. It was an absolute bohemian blast! (except for when some philistine grabbed me and started bashing a drum with my head.)
(I’m wearing my De-Laurent orange fleuro neck scarf - the surgery went fine … The scar adds a little to my macho-charizmo, don’t you think?)
ciao for now and mwa to the Twigletts!