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Okay, who’s got my pajama top?
Lamar, get your butt into my office! Is there some kind of labor unrest out there? I don’t like that.
I’m all over it, Boss. Some of the male models are kind of skittish over security concerns.
Security? Whatever for?
There seems to be a feeling that our creations are total crap this year and that the crowd will get ugly.
But crap is all we produce, Lamar. Who’s complaining?
Oh, the guy who is wearing only pajama bottoms. He’s demanding that two thugs in bathrobes have his back at all times.
You lookin’ at me?
Hey Clancy, thanks for gettin’ us into that party, but I must say it creeped me out a little.
Really, Lamar? What was wrong?
Are you kidding me, Clancy? That one chick had her eye on me all evening.
I guess I didn’t notice her. Was it the brunette in the skullcap?
Nope, it was another one. She had me in her mind’s eye, for sure.
And another creepy thing was that strange chick who paid that short guy with the elbow-length rubber gloves to walk behind her as part of her outfit.
Give us a big smile, your majesty!
Say, Blog Guy, whatever happened to that coveted position you used to write about, the Queen of the Entire World?
I remember you used to tell us whenever someone new got the title, but that motorcycle chick in the gold lamé swimsuit and stilettos seems to have reigned for some time now.
Finally, a job for you bikers…
Blog Guy, I’m hoping I can get some of your famous job-hunting advice. I’m a guy who likes to ride motorcycles.
Ah. Any other skills?
Absolutely none.
Well, normally I wouldn’t have much to offer someone with your, um, limited qualifications.
Fashion has its ups and downs…
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Okay Lamar, you’ve done some pretty strange stuff to save money on our fashion shows, but this time I’m totally confused.
What the hell are we doing gathered here with the fashion press in a posh hotel lobby?
Scarlet women prowl the catwalk…
Lamar! Get your butt into my office!
What is it THIS time, Boss?
What is the deal with those models out there in today’s fashion show? Their faces are all bright red!
But Boss! Your memo said specifically you wanted redheads, so I replaced the lights in the dressing room mirrors with tanning lamps. I thought it worked out pretty well.
Again with those goddesses from Neptune?
Blog Guy, I read something very strange recently, and I want to find out if it’s true. It was in a blog.
Then I’m guessing it is true. They monitor us bloggers pretty carefully for any sign that we’re deviating from what is factual.
Really? You’ve had no professional training?
Lamar, I’m at the end of my rope. We have to find cheaper models for our fashion shows. We’ve tried zombies, dead people, puppets….
What we need is a group of women who will make their own outfits, do their own hair and makeup, and strut the runway, all for free.
Welcome to Brassieres 101, ladies…
Okay ladies, thank you for coming to the Victoria’s Secret “bra launch” today. We’re sure you will enjoy your new purchases.
You were wise to sign up for this class on how to wear a brassiere, a must for any young woman going out into the world.
And now, for you smarty-pants kids…
Okay, publishing staff, I’ll tell you why we called this meeting.
Children’s books aren’t selling as well as they used to. We need to retool them a bit for today’s more sophisticated kids, and for the the dads who do the bedtime reading.
You know, maybe even a tad risqué.
Now, Lamar has been brainstorming this, and he has some ideas for us. Lamar, fill us in….
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