There is some kind of Legionnaires’ convention in Las Vegas so Porn Star Karaoke was relatively dormant for my triumphant return after a month away and with a beard.
I sat at a table with Jay Moyes and Lurk Ford and had the following conversation:
GP and Lurk at the same time: What’s new?
GP and Lurk at the same time: What did you want to be when you were a child?
GP and Lurk at the same time: Are you left frustrated by Israel’s pullout of Gaza?
GP and Lurk at the same time: What’s the word on the street?
GP and Lurk at the same time: Why don’t we talk anymore?
Then:
LF: Describe your relationship with XBiz.
GP: They worship me.
LF: Describe your relationship with Fleshbot.
GP: They worship me.
LF: Describe your relationship with the Securities and Exchange Commission.
GP: They worship me.
LF: Will you be filling Tim Connelly’s post?
GP: Yes, and I am also the new publicist for Wicked.
Then:
GP: Tell me about your camera.
LF: It cost $3,000, and came in several stages.
GP and Lurk at the same time: Is there anything your strict moral code would prevent you from printing?
LF: I have mellowed over the years.
GP: Due to what? Judaism? Libel cases? Age? Fame?
LF: I can’t really say.
GP: I guess I will have to read about it on your blog.
And more of the same. As always, the drinks were fantastic. I left, hit several cars on the way out, and returned to my secret sarcophagus/lair beneath the Forest Lawn Cemetery.
I included this picture of Joanna Angel because Lurk loves her.
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