Wanderlust Page #10

all just find your way.

God damn it!

Linda! I would never do that to my

brothers and sisters, please.

He's Iying! Seth burned the deed

to the commune. I saw him!

He burned it? The deed

to the commune?

Motherf***er!

Seth, is that true? You

burned the deed?

You burned the deed?

Look, if everyone's going to get

all lawyeristic on me, yeah.

Yeah, I did. I sold and

I burned the deed.

Rat bastard turncoat.

But I did it for love.

I did it for Linda.

Anyone would have done the

same thing for $11,000.

I love you.

But I love me more.

And for you guys to turn

this around on me,

well, frankly, it's selfish.

And f*** you, Grisham.

Ow! God, my wrist!

I don't think I did that right.

My wrist is killing.

Honey, you're a lover,

not a fighter.

I'm an idiot.

I love you so much. I'm sorry.

I know. I'm so sorry,

too. I went too far.

I drank the Kool-Aid.

And then when I was done

with the Kool-Aid,

I made more Kool-Aid and

then I drank that too

and it just filled with Kool-Aid.

I love you and I will support

you in whatever you choose.

Forever.

I don't care where we live.

You're where I want to be.

And you're where I want to be.

Yes! Oh, yes!

That's what I'm talking

about, George!

And we're back.

Later in the show,

we're going to be

learning all about how

these text messages

are actually making our

children stupider,

and the statistics are terrifying.

I've seen them and they are.

But first, do you remember

about a year ago,

when a bunch of hippie types

up in the mountains put on

their birthday suits?

They were protesting a casino?

I would remember it better if they

took those birthday suits off.

I don't know what that means.

Our own Deena Schuster

is back with an update

about these Bohemians in the buff.

Hi, Deena. Hi, guys!

It looks like one of

those naked ninjas

was cooking up more than

just a skin feast.

I'm talking about Wayne Davidson,

the best-selling author

of the breakout

political thriller,

Belson's Lament.

As well as the eagerly awaited

sequel, Belson Rising.

My favorite thing about

that book is

when they reveal that it's

in Washington, D.C.

What did I do?

Michael, I haven't read it yet!

First-time novelist Davidson

is a nudist, winemaker

and full-time resident of

an intentional community

in Northern Georgia called Elysium,

worlds away from the

corridors of power

he so piercingly chronicles

in his books.

There's even talk of a Belson

movie starring Ray Liotta,

who has been spending time here

with the wardrobe-less wordsmith.

Ray is an amazing actor,

he makes a great vegan chili

and he is an intense lover.

We almost lost the whole

place last year,

until an old friend

saw us on the tube.

I thought she was dead.

And yet, she wasn't dead.

Co-founder Janice Woo had a

copy of the original deed,

preserving the community's rights

to the disputed land.

And as luck would have it, none of

the founding members were dead.

Not Jerry Beaver, not

Stephanie Davis,

not Ronny Shames, not

Danielle Meltser,

not Janie Brody, not Billy Marcus,

not Glen Stover and

not Tony Piloski.

In fact, all were found to be in

above-average health. For now.

And the story of Belson's journey

to bookshelves is just as unlikely.

It was discovered by a boutique

Brooklyn, New York publishing house

run by husband and wife, George

and Linda Gergenblatt.

I actually wrote a book, too,

and it's a children's book called

I Believe I Can Fly.

And it's about a confident

little penguin who overcomes

his limitations.

Originally, we were

going to call it

The Penguin With Testicular Cancer.

Originally, but...

That wasn't going to sell.

No, no.

And now we have a growing company

where we can foster new writers.

And we have connections to a

lot of really fresh voices.

My husband's book is destined

to be a classic.

Pierre and I have been

in love since we met.

I have always had a thing

for black women.

And you wrote the whole

thing here at Elysium?

Dreams dispensed daily. Just

bring your own container.

What do I get if I win?

Okay and stop!

Oh, God!

Stop! I can't breathe...

I think we're where we want to be.

So do I.

Honey, can you shut the door?

Yes.

The door.

I love the door.

I love you.

I love you, too.

- Thank you. Background.

- Here we go.

What happens to all those

ticks that die

in those thatchy armpits of yours?

George...

They're my friends!

Ow! Sh*t!

Wow! You're so big!

Yeah, you look different

too, you f***ing reject.

The Sioux Indians believed that

when you produce a fece...

A piece of...

A man makes a fece...

When a man makes a fece,

a piece of him goes with it.

Oh, no.

Two weeks. Two weeks.

What? What happened?

Suck on it for a while.

I'll have you check out the erection

selection at the Dick-E-Mart.

"I believe I can fly"? Well,

I believe I can f***.

I'm grossing myself out.

I am ready for action,

because I got all my ex-husband's

toilet money.

So, bring it on, Hot-lanta.

Show me what you got!

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