Just after the recession hit and I got evicted, I ended up living with a Hollywood stuntman and his girl for 90 days fun filled days. One day the stuntman bought his girl a stripper pole to my surprise which he installed in the living one where the couch used to be.
Get your mind out of the gutter, the pole was for the girl to train for a legit stripper fitness class. I filmed this for a sitcom pilot the stunt guy and me were working dreaming up, where somehow I ended up doing all the writing. Oye, one of my first experiments in barter gone bad by not being clear enough.
Nice folks these two. Still miss them.
I guess you can see why I picked the sureal soundtrack and dropped out the voices.
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