Fred, no doubt you're right about Bert Convy (who seems here to be auditioning for Dick Van Dyke lookalike), but Jill Haworth might have been all right on screen. She certainly was hot hot hot in In Harm's Way. Could she sing?
Gams? Stems? As you no doubt know -- or being a good lawyer you wouldn't have asked the question -- you could say both, e.g., Uncross those beautiful STEMS of yours, baby, here's the case I call number 666. It all began innocently enough on Tuesday. I was sitting in my office on that drizzly afternoon listening to the monotonous staccato of rain on my desktop and reading my name on the glass of my office door. "Regnad Kcin." My secretary lay snoring on the floor (snoring), her long, beautiful GAMS pinioned under the couch. I didn't hear him enter, (creaky door/walking) but my nostrils flared at the smell of his perfume... Pyramid Patchouli. There was only one joker in L.A. sensitive enough to wear that scent and I had to find out WHO he was.
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I might be wrong, but I think if Fosse had gone with this casting instead of Liza and Michael York, he might not have had as a big hit on his hands.
Fred, no doubt you're right about Bert Convy (who seems here to be auditioning for Dick Van Dyke lookalike), but Jill Haworth might have been all right on screen. She certainly was hot hot hot in In Harm's Way. Could she sing?
Could she sing? With those legs, who cares?
Gams, swac, gams.
Or should I say stems?
hubba hubba
Gams, swac, gams.
Or should I say stems?
hubba hubba
Gams? Stems? As you no doubt know -- or being a good lawyer you wouldn't have asked the question -- you could say both, e.g., Uncross those beautiful STEMS of yours, baby, here's the case I call number 666. It all began innocently enough on Tuesday. I was sitting in my office on that drizzly afternoon listening to the monotonous staccato of rain on my desktop and reading my name on the glass of my office door. "Regnad Kcin." My secretary lay snoring on the floor (snoring), her long, beautiful GAMS pinioned under the couch. I didn't hear him enter, (creaky door/walking) but my nostrils flared at the smell of his perfume... Pyramid Patchouli. There was only one joker in L.A. sensitive enough to wear that scent and I had to find out WHO he was.
"Good afternoon, Mr.... Danger. I'm Rocky Rococo."
Nick Danger:
"Thanks half-pint. You just saved me a lot of investigative work."
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