I want you to talk among yourselves and figure out where I'm staying and what I'm eating when I arrive. I will bring maple syrup and other silly frillies. I will let you know beforehand of my schedule. I'm guessing it's a few weeks out.
Do not make me sleep in the train station again. I absolutely promise you that I will sleep in a chair in that station night after night after night until someone comes and welcomes me to your city. Do not make me publicly shame your lack of hospitality.
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I want my cell phone this week. Do not disappoint me. And I want a modest bouquet of flowers delivered to the house.
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I recommend that we make a reality show or a documentary out of the operations of 9-11 Crimes Tribunal. I have zero interest in any monetary proceeds. I will donate any monies owed the performer for 9-11 Crimes Tribunal operations to charity. (Perhaps to fund the ongoing operations of 9-11 Crimes Tribunal or perhaps to 9-11 victims' families.)
I make my money on the back side, from my entertainment career or from my memoir and my Behind the Music Movie.
From a showbiz standpoint, don't worry about how the whole fag thing plays. No one cares about those things these days. And you'd be surprised how fast straight guys shut their faces when they see that the faggots are doing all the heavy lifting around here. (Trust me: They will watch just to see to what degree they're being shown up.) It truly is a sorry state of affairs around here when it's the homos who are kicking in doors and arresting people.
It's here, my Beautiful Ones. Our day has come.
