A few days ago, cheap signs someone would normally use to point you to a garage sale or open house were put up around my work that simply say “Last Will.”  We figured that maybe the owner of the big house on the hill passed away, but no, it is something much greater.  Two days ago, a memo surfaced in our breakroom regarding the filming of a movie titled Last Will starring Tatum O’Neal.  None of my co-workers even know who she is.  I best described her as the chick from the Bad News Bears who tried to bone Michael Jackson, and who blamed her dog fo a crack addiction.

I could really give a shit about Tatum O’Neal though, because do you know who else is in this movie you guys?  Tom fucking Berenger.  Right now, I am a mere 100 yards from the high powered star of such hits as Major League and the Substitute.

The IMDB record also makes note of Brigitte Nielsen.  The final Cougar Night at BoJo’s is this Thursday, so I’ll know where to find her.  If Flava Flav can get in that, I at least stand to have a chance.  Who knows, maybe I can string up a 3-way with Moon Unit Zappa or roast a pig with Berenger.

As a final though, the memo states Josh Brolin is in the movie, but nothing is on the IMDB to confirm.  If this is true, how exactly do you go from No Country For Old Men and playing George Bush in Olver Stone’s W. to shooting some shit flick starring Tatum O’Neal filming in the ass crack of the KC Metro?  This harkens me back to a time when we would drive by the set of Where Pigeons Go To Die starring Michael Landon at 93rd & Metcalf.