Not a problem for me. The more parts the merrier as far as I'm concerned. But then I got her email.
Director- Did you get my email about your man part?
Me- What man part?
D- You have a man part.
Me- No, I don't.
D- Yes, you do. Did you get my email?
Me- I don't have a man part.
D- Yes. I told you about it in my email.
Me- I have a Va-jay-jay.
By this point I was close to peeing my pants. From my Va-jay-jay. Not from my man part.
Me- I got your email about my man part.
D- Great. So you're good with your man part?
Me- I don't have a man part. I have a Va-jay-jay.
D- LOU!!! Are you okay with your man part or not?
Me- You do know that this is going to turn into a blog, don't you?
D- What?
It would be one thing if this director was humorless, but she has a great sense of humor.
Me- Never mind. Thanks for giving me my man part. Should I talk to the costumer about getting my jock strap?
