“Stage four: Depression,” the trio said in unison.
Gerald shrugged. “Someone had to be the avocado.” weirdest-audition-ever-backroom-casting-couch
The subject line in the email was so vague it felt like a trap: “Unique Opportunity – Immediate Start – Discretion Required.” “Stage four: Depression,” the trio said in unison
The bathrobe woman smiled for the first time. “Acceptance. Then stage six is ‘convincing the hamster to rate your performance on a scale of one to wheel.’ Stage seven is when you eat the meatball sub without asking whose it was.” “Stage four: Depression
The hamster, currently rolling in its ball near the meatball sub, squeaked.