Sometimes things don’t go exactly as planned.
Wires must have been crossed since it’s not Russel Crowe that’s interested in playing the pube, but some guy with the name of Ruzzle Cro. Seems he’s a wannabe gangsta rappa that comes from a small town in Connecticut.
That’s not going to work. In order for the pube to have credibility, it has to be someone with a New Zealand and/or Australian accent.
Told this to Ruzzle’s management (I think it’s someone that operates out of their semi-detached garage) and they weren’t too happy about that news.
Now there’s hit out, but not on me. That’s the good news.
Actually, the more I think about it, it’s GREAT news.
Whenever I do business that has the possibility of failure, either big or small, I do not use my name.
That’s called “protection”.
Mostly I use Jerome’s name since he can take the hit.
This time I used Bob’s name since I thought it would be funny if Russell Crowe pummeled the crap out of him, just because.
Now Ruzzle Cro and his…….entourage(?) are currently looking for Bob.
If they do find him there might be a pummeling, but probably not a true blue Russell pummeling.
Guess we’re at a standstill until this is all worked out.
Could go the way of a pube in a non-speaking role.
Or stop motion.
Stop motion pube.
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