Well, slap my ass and call me Betty! I just heard that I was going to be interviewed for the hottest new website in Cybertown! That's right! I've agreed to be interviewed for Food For Thought, A News Cafe!
There's only one drawback, in fact, I almost said no to the offer because it's not going to be Kelly Brewer, Doni Greenberg or Jim Dyar doing the interview. They're sending some clown, whatshisface, the cartoon guy (I'm sorry, I haven't found even one of his so called "comics" very comical) to come by my house to do the interview. A cartoonist? Good Lord, things must be tight over at FFT. Oh well, they're new so I'll cut them some slack. Still, it's such exciting news, isn't it? I wonder how much they're going to pay me. Daddy needs new shoes. Anyway, I'll keep you posted!
TTFN,
Harry
Sunday, August 3, 2008
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Hard to imagine that Harry Ames could be considered newsworthy anywhere. I guess they got tired of watching the grass grow up there in Rednecksville? You be sure and let that writer know I'd be happy to help out if he needs any colorful anecdotes or background.
I also saved a few pictures I'd be willing to part with - for a price -- the one with you and the duck is particularly fetching.
You know, Harry looks so sweet in his photo I can't beleive he could be such a rat.
There are some photo's I was tricked into been taken back when I was just getting started in modeling, I was tricked I tell you! My first agent, that SOB Harvey Suinndler keeps telling me he will show them to the press if I don't cough up some dough, you two should really get together!
Harry, if you're ever feeling lonely just let me know. Kisses and smooches!
Iamella.
I remember you, Harry. You had the worst case of Gingivitis I had ever seen when you strolled into my office in 1982. Your upper left bicuspid was hanging by a sole nerve ending due to your disgusting habit of brushing your teeth with baking soda and gin.
I ended up marrying your ex wife, you know. Sure, I divorced her two weeks later after I found out that she was a High Priestess in the Unarian cult out in El Cajon, but not until I 'gathered' some dirt on everyones favorite washed up child actor.
Let's play a word association game, shall we? Tell me what the following verbage means to you, ok Harry? Here we go: shaved gerbils; greased doorknobs; the 'gimp' in the basement; cranberry juice enemas. Shall I go on? Or does that ring a bell or two?
Anyhew, nice to hear you're doing well, my friend. Please keep in touch.
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