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Fashion models, name your poison…


Here we go again, Lamar. We’ve got a major fashion show coming up, and the cost of paying good models would bankrupt us. Have you found a source for bargain-priced chicks, like you usually do?

I sure have, boss. I think you’ll be very happy.

So what’s wrong with this batch, Lamar? Are they zombies, genetic mutations, snake handlers, extremely moody….

Nope, they’re actual professional models and they’re willing to do our show for half price, with just one little, bitty demand. They want to be anonymous.

Why do they insist on that, Lamar?

Oh, I can’t remember their exact quotes, but it’s something about our fashion designs being grotesque, repugnant, appalling, infantile, an affront to womanhood, a putrid puke fest, an assault on the senses…

Drive slower, Ma, you can’t see over the mushrooms!


Blog Guy, I’ve signed up for one of your tours to Krasnoyarsk, that Siberian city you call Wackytown. I’m very excited!

Cool! Which tour will you be joining?

It’s your “Sunny Siberia Beach Holiday,” in December. You’re positive we’ll have lots of warm beach weather in December?

Deadly danger lurks in Snake Town


Ewwwwwww. What’s up with that photo, Blog Guy? It’s kind of creepy.

You think so? It’s just the boss of a snake farming company, in a village known as Snake Town, enjoying some snake meat at a restaurant.

Oh, whew. For a minute there I thought it might be something weird. I’m looking for a job myself. You think Snake Town is hiring?