Blog Guy, I want to pick your brain.
You’re going to need a court order for that.
No, I just want to make use of your wealth of knowledge about the fashion world.
Blog Guy, I’m a young woman in my first year of college. I should be pulling all-nighters to study for my mid-terms, but I keep falling asleep.
Lamar! The fashion show is about to start, and one of the models is topless!
Only the one, Boss? I don’t know what the others were thinking of. I’ll talk to them.
Blog Guy, I’m a young woman with an unusual problem. I’m just too beautiful.
Blog Guy, I have a personal hygiene question. I can’t seem to keep my ears clean enough. I use cotton swabs four times a day, but there’s still a waxy yellow build-up.
So wait a minute, Lamar. Tell me again how you know this chick who’s coming here to the bar?
Blog Guy, as a Washington DC insider you’re an expert on high-level diplomacy. I hear countries have little ways of showing degrees of displeasure through diplomatic contact. Is that true?
Blog Guy, you’re something of a wordsmith, right?
Well, I do know my way around a phone book or whatever you call those thick things.
Hey Blog Guy, I have some fashion needs that you’ve never addressed. I’m a strumpet.
Blog Guy, you’ve been covering the Miss Universe Pageant in Las Vegas, and this is the big day. How’s it going?