…eating a great big Philly Cheesesteak sandwich.
We’ll have to administer a test. Have a seat, now we’re simply going to place these clamps on your eyes in such a manner that you cannot close them or look away. Now please sit through ten showings of Showgirls, and by then we should know if you are a candidate.
Well, I put this in CS because I was hoping for a continuation of the example in the OP: who’s your inner movie star?
I imagine it would be some kind of change, though.
I don’t know that I have an inner movie star. Kevin Smith, maybe.
. . . Jeremy Irons.
oops, wrong game.
…in the land of cotton. Old times there are not forgotten.
Wait a minute- that’s a Ziggy!
He’s amazing in Deadwood and was great in LOTR. I think he’s a pretty talented actor.
I wish I were Fred Allen.
Sadly, I know I’m not.
I don’t have to wish I was an Oscar Meyer Weiner, I am an Oscar Meyer Weiner.
Poseurs.
I wish I was Paul McCartney.
So many of you would still be slagging me, and I couldn’t make a hit record anymore, but I’d have all those memories and all that ability and that voice and that bank account.
I’d also be in the midst of a divorce from a hosebeast, so that complicates it, but still, I’d trade
In that case:
…Joseph Cotten.
I wish I was, too. Non-existence is getting sooo boring!
…with the guy I’m madly pashing on.
Or I wish I was Lauren Bacall, especially in “To Have And Have Not”.
Does it have to be a movie star? Can I be Shirley Manson?
K.
a Kellogg’s corn flake
Floatin’ in a bowl, takin’ movies…
Relaxin’ a while, Livin’ in style
Talkin’ to a raisin who occasionally plays L.A.
Casually glancin’ at his toupeé
short of that, I wish I was 10 years younger
oh, that.
My inner movie star would have to be Bette Midler
Look awaaaaaaaay Dixieland