The photo above was supposed to have been destroyed. Burn the evidence sort of thing. Yes, that's the cast of the iconic movie Ocean's Eleven. But, do the math. There are twelve!
Here's the skinny. True story. If you can believe it. [Nowadays, it's relativism 24/7/12/365. If you believe it, then it's true. Or, if you even think it.] But, let's not get into that psycho-spiritual mumbo jumbo. Okay? Let's let Marianne Williamson, Deepak Chopra and Opra to work all that out for us.
Back to Hollywood. Hurray! For it.
You'll by now have noticed [finally!] there are twelve in the group photo. On the extreme left is Dear Uncle Zbigniew Ocheanichechowitz Wronski. He was not only the intended twelfth player, it is a true fact that flick was titled after him. Big Ocean is the moniker they tagged him with in Tinseltown where Biggie was, well, big.
Let's not get into all the politics of it; just to say that he was just too dern good looking. Look at that sonofabitch! Gorgeous. Hunky. The Shiz before there was even a Shiz.
But, Frank would not be upstaged. He was the main player after all. In short, Uncle would be the standout looks-wise. He did stand out too, as you can see; he was a tall drink of water. Obviously, he had to go.
Biggie was one hospitable guy. There's the story about a new neighbor who moves next door into the swell Beverly Hills neighborhood, and Biggie goes over to greet him.
"Hello! And welcome to the neighborhood. You'll like it here. We're having a shindig tonight to welcome you. Come on over."
New neighbor: "That's mighty neighborly of you. Thanks. What's the party gonna be like?"
"Well, there'll be some drinkin', some fightin', and some fornicatin'."
New guy: "Well that sounds like quite a time! What time shall I come over?"
"Oh, come on by any time. It'll just be the two of us."
You'll by now have noticed [finally!] there are twelve in the group photo. On the extreme left is Dear Uncle Zbigniew Ocheanichechowitz Wronski. He was not only the intended twelfth player, it is a true fact that flick was titled after him. Big Ocean is the moniker they tagged him with in Tinseltown where Biggie was, well, big.
Let's not get into all the politics of it; just to say that he was just too dern good looking. Look at that sonofabitch! Gorgeous. Hunky. The Shiz before there was even a Shiz.
But, Frank would not be upstaged. He was the main player after all. In short, Uncle would be the standout looks-wise. He did stand out too, as you can see; he was a tall drink of water. Obviously, he had to go.
Biggie was one hospitable guy. There's the story about a new neighbor who moves next door into the swell Beverly Hills neighborhood, and Biggie goes over to greet him.
"Hello! And welcome to the neighborhood. You'll like it here. We're having a shindig tonight to welcome you. Come on over."
New neighbor: "That's mighty neighborly of you. Thanks. What's the party gonna be like?"
"Well, there'll be some drinkin', some fightin', and some fornicatin'."
New guy: "Well that sounds like quite a time! What time shall I come over?"
"Oh, come on by any time. It'll just be the two of us."
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