I think it would be so funny, if Prince was filming scenes for a documentary on the club, and actually delivered a couple of the cd sets to fams houses, just to film peoples reactions. He is such a prankster, and i could see him doing that. Ring your door bell, you answer, and he says 'here are your membership cds, thanks for being a member.' What a riot! He has one guy with him with a hand held camera filming as he says 'You gonna listen?', you pop a cd in and he says 'what do you think?'


Natasha would straight up pee in her pants!!!

NO!

4LOVE said:

NO , you can't imagine it, or no, you don't think it would be funny

jthad1129 said:

Actually both But more i can't picture it happening.

I couldn't imagine him opening up his rehearsals/sound checks, or filming trc celebration, getting peoples reactions to the cd. I would like to see people freak out on film and it would be so intimate and bizzare

jthad1129 said:

I could.He used to do private parties at GlamWest and i used to get invited.His only request was no "fannish" behaviour.Remember when he went to Elizabeth Taylor's house?He had all those bodyguards and stuff.He needs a secure setting that he can control.He can do that in a strange neighborhood.

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MrPRN said:

was he in disquise?

Wow! If Prince showed up at my door I hope he wouldnt come in and see all my bootlegs. I would get in trouble. It would be like a police officer walking in on some crack smoking or something.

MeTouchMyself said:

Yeah and in your mailbox are a couple of brown boxes from Germany and the Netherlands with the words "Osaka 2002" scrawled on them in Magic Marker.
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MeTouchMyself said:

hahaahhaaa that would be funny

Taken
from
the
game
Zork

A tall scraggly-bearded thin man in a purple jumpsuit is standing in your doorway, holding a guitar in his right hand.

He squints at you with contempt under his eyeliner-penciled peepers, comparing your face to the one from a letter he's holding; you can barely make out three large letters through the back... "BBB".

Pursing his lips and nodding solemnly, he simultaneously drops the letter, while smoothly rotating his guitar to the neck-forward position.

With a satisfying click, he inserts a small, black, bananna-shaped device into the bottom of the large ominous-looking guitar, now pointed at you.

With one quick stroke, the guitar erupts into a rhapsody of harmonic funk with only the bare notice of a rythmic bass - strangely reminiscent of machine-gun fire.

You're shirt begins to ooze in a crimson tide...

As you slump to the ground, now feeling sleepy and cold, you catch a glimpse of the fallen letter; your now blurring vision noting the header: "Dear Ms Roth. ..."

*** YOU HAVE DIED ***

I am having trouble imagining U.P.S. delivering it at this point.

I would be very cordial.

"Can I offer you some baklava? or a bagel with cream cheese? Some peppermint tea?..."

Then I would bring out my bootlegs for him to autograph.

Prince: Are you ___ (insert your name here)?

You: Um er ah yeah . . .

Prince: Here's your CDs, now stop complainin' about getting ripped off on whatever that website's called that I never visit that's all about me . . .

You: Prince.org?

Prince: Yeah that's the one. Don't forget to renew next year. By the way, did you know that man has enough nuclear weapons to blow up the earth? Here, you can read all about it in this month's Watchtower. Have a nice day.

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Sorry, had to have some fun with this. Anyone else?

LQ