An Open Letter to (Louise) Robey
Oh Robey,
Star of the bafflingly titled Friday the 13th: The Series...
...Only Wilma Flintstone pre-dates you in my love of shapely red heads with strange and annoying voices.
Sure, you can blame your accent on being Canadian, but can you broil an entire rack of Brontosaurus ribs? Or at least satisfactorily explain how a string of movies about a slasher in a hockey mask was turned into a TV show aboot two "cousins" tracking down cursed antiques?
The 13th falls on a Friday again in March. So, you have a month to come up with something.
- Love,
Action Matt!
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