I so do not care about clothes or fashion. I only wear clothes when I take the dog out. I wear farmer jeans and Tshirts. I do not care about film. I am a dinosaur from Appalachia. In 1934, I stopped watching anything produced by Hollywood. The last TV show I saw featured Johnny Carson and Zsa Zsa Gabor. The last I heard was that Zsa Zsa was still in prison. For news, I watch old reruns of Walter Cronkite. I want to steal those cloud pom pom sleeves. I had a wig like that once. You could spray paint those sleeves orange and wear it like a wig. When I give my Oscar speech, I will eat the wig. But I want the Big Oscar like the one in the photo not one of those little ones actors love carrying around. I want the big Oscar so I can drag it to auditions so I can remind people that I won it and I am not from Vegas. Cab drivers refuse to pick me up if I am standing beside Big Oscar like I own it. Oscar will not fit into the trunk. Oscar needs clothing. I’m done with clothing. I plan on melting Oscar down so we can make smores. If Oscar doesn’t own shoes, I’m throwing mine out. To wit: Oscar appears to be unclothed. A nude dude with a sword. I am not allowed anywhere near Beverly Hills. I told Zsa Zsa not to slap that cop. She never listened. True Story: I had a flat tire in Lucy’s driveway.