Welcome back to a regular feature we call, “What Year is it Again?” in which we relate true events that make us question whether we’ve gone back in time for decades, maybe even centuries.
Blog Guy, it’s me, the guy you got hooked on photos of that duchess…
I need fresh pictures, but the last time I asked, you gave me a duchess made of butter and a chick with gross fingernails. So this time, I’ll be clearer.
No names, please.
Okay, um, she’s a duchess, she got married recently and she’s a member of a royal family… Is that enough for you to go on?
Lamar, we’ve got another expensive fashion show to put on today, and our label is in the toilet. Have you found any more ways to save money? We just can’t afford a first class runway production.
Bless you, Lamar! How did you do it this time?
By not renting backstage dressing rooms for the models. You can’t imagine how much that saves!
Blog Guy, I’m looking for a new career and I know your advice is the best. I picked up a colorful brochure called, “The Exciting World of Battlefield Rocket Repair,” and I was wondering if you think that’s a good way to go?
Blog Guy, I have a complaint.
Like many of your readers, I mostly come here for news about fashion on the planet Neptune, but you haven’t had any since last February. Back then, you said fashion photos from the Hubble Telescope showed krunkwads were getting longer for the next season.
Now, what news on the Rialto?
Wait a minute, Ace. That Rialto thing is just a line from “The Merchant of Venice.”