So you can call off your Inspector MooseHead ...
Better still talk to Mr-Thinks-He-Is-Smart-WarshRag ... (Who was willing to dish out secrets from your BAM Production that I am not willing to repeat ...For now...
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TERRY CLOTH:
** Great, that UNSCRUPULOUS E-BAY-TRADER has now added obvious forgery to his/her/their list of crimes. Anyone who knows me knows that I loved that lime-green casting couch and cried to see it go. Since EBT has now tried to impersonate me, EBT shall henceforth be known as a Rag Queen. **
** All this fuss because I go try to take a nap with that cute, fuzzy Director... um, I mean Baby Owl ... and lose control of my destiny for a while there. The great sadness of the northern plains had rolled down upon me, but FSD and the love of my fellow cast members have feng shui'd me right back on track. ***
(( TERRY CLOTH blows sudsy air-kisses at all B.A.M. participants and accidently extinguishes flames on FSD's strategically-placed candles. ))
TERRY CLOTH: Oooops, sorry. Anyone got a match?