tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311037477621350510.post7314776441111823183..comments2023-10-05T10:02:15.684-05:00Comments on I Tell Stories. It's What I Do: Bow Wow Wow, Yummie Pops, Pass the MustardTomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15126750605069711353noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311037477621350510.post-9130043066343978262007-11-16T13:47:00.000-05:002007-11-16T13:47:00.000-05:00Well you might have, ya never know.But an incredib...Well you might have, ya never know.<BR/>But an incredible memory to tuck away!Jod{i}https://www.blogger.com/profile/02671216315312938126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311037477621350510.post-36860744968664106022007-11-16T12:27:00.000-05:002007-11-16T12:27:00.000-05:00Almost worth freezing your ass off on a set at fou...Almost worth freezing your ass off on a set at four a.m. while the talent is still asleep in their trailer, huh? <BR/><BR/>You know what I remember from my days gripping? No chairs. I remember standing for 12 hours straight because actual "chairs" symbolized importance on a set. Grips weren't important.<BR/><BR/>And nobody wanted a lazy grip. So grips stand.<BR/><BR/>Wrong profession for a guy with flat feet.Dwight's Writing Manifestohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11583719276706757556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311037477621350510.post-68585697551461559582007-11-16T06:49:00.000-05:002007-11-16T06:49:00.000-05:00God, I hate that commercial. But good story, nonet...God, I hate that commercial. But good story, nonetheless.Rustyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12384169549434844980noreply@blogger.com