Tonto
Johnny Depp’s Tonto hadn’t won him the critical acclaim he had hoped for and thought he deserved. Maybe there weren’t enough pirates in the script. Or Edward Scissorhands had been doing the editing and final cut . . . . David, Sf.G.
Johnny Depp’s Tonto hadn’t won him the critical acclaim he had hoped for and thought he deserved. Maybe there weren’t enough pirates in the script. Or Edward Scissorhands had been doing the editing and final cut . . . . David, Sf.G.
The girls were feeling a little rushed; while watching Dr. Oz and drinking coffee with the girls, Janine (third from right) had gotten a tweet that Victoria’s Secret was having a one hour only 1/2 price off sale on, well, ladies unmentionables, and the mall was a half hour away. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Elizabeth, a rare black jaguar, worked for the Belize Zoo. She realized and understood that in the tourist and hospitality industry you have to put up with people’s foibles and sometimes downright weirdness. But enough was enough–if one more tourist wiggled one of those “cutesy” little cat things in her face and said “Hello Kitty” she was going to jump the fence and eat both the toy and the person holding it. And no, she wasn’t interested in the half off offer of a Hello Kitty tattoo. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Julius had heard over the weekend on one of the Sunday Morning TV interview shows that we were now in a “Bear Market.” He hadn’t realized that it was legal to trade bears; was this going to be on the Chicago Mercantile Exchange? Would there be puts and calls and bear futures contracts? And most important, how would buyers take delivery?. . . . David, Sf.G.
While checking the Internet for daily news, Jose (his friends called him JoJo, and in spite of his Spanish first name, did not pronounce it HoHo) learned that the mayor of New York had banned Big Gulps or any drink over 16 ounces. That ruled out New York for his vacation, but what the hay, he liked Las Vegas better anyway. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Henry (for publicity reasons they had another name for him) was more than a little disappointed in the technology breakdown; with weather satellites and high tech computers, what in the world did they need the opinion of some dumb old groundhog for to tell what the weather was going to be like? . . . . David, Sf.G.