Friday, 26 May 2006 : MCHY's Top Model!

The MCHY secret Top Model Search is over! All of the MCHY forum members who were covertly contacted regarding the modeling search for the new MCHY boy shorts and baby-tees may rest easily now. A winner has been crowned, and will be notified today. Soon following will be the plane tickets and we look forward to your arrival in Seattle for your MCHY 'fashion' shoot. Remember, entrants, you are STILL under NDA, so no mention of who was chosen or contacted until the pics are posted.

This will of course involve lots of beer drinking and you have to smoke at least 3 grams of this blonde lebanese hash I FOUND in the supermarket. I only know it is hash from my D.A.R.E. program. I went to give it to a cop and they said, Proposition 75, dude. That is officially our LOWEST enforcement priority. Ah, to live in Seattle.

On another note, my crazed fan-stalker Vassilisa from the San Fernando Valley called last night high on something to say HI at 11:30 at night. Unfortunately, she said more than hi, so I passed her off to my buddy Rick. He made with the sweet talk and lo, within the hour, she was his. He put the call on speakerphone just as she was professing her infatuation with a man of such linguistic talents. Which was funny, cause 1/2 of his conversation with her was... 'Oh really?' A comedic maelstrom ensued as he ran the gamut of questions about her ealier career as an erotic dancer, her MA from Harvard (in stripping, I think) and her relationship with our friend in Russia. Apparently, he told her he was going to wipe her from the Internet and he did... over the phone. Now, I know he is a Jedi and all, but we are talking about very precise circuitry involved in such an endeavor.

I had to go to bed around 1:30a, but the phone kept ringing, so I put it on DND. This morning, there were 22 messages on it, some left as early as 3:00a. The messages became less and less comprehensible as the gin/vicodin kicked in. I will have to post one for you. That is, after I call the police and the phone company.

Vassilisa, if you are reading this... read clearly... I am NOT your dead brother, no matter what Father Alexander tells you. Sorry. Your brother is dead. I am not he. Please do not bother me anymore.

That is all. - Jim