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Blog Guy, I need some fashion advice. I’m an old geezer, and I’m wondering who makes designer clothes for guys in my profession.
They really still have geezers?
Sure they do! I mean, we call ourselves geezers, but you might know us as old fogies, fossils, the town coot… It’s all the same.
Sort of like that dude in ZZ Top huh? Well then, you should have a look at these new geezer creations from Buenos Aires Fashion Week.
Those look perfect, thanks! I need some duds for my job as a tour guide at the National Whittlin’ Museum. We geezers are very dependable workers.
Blog Guy, I need fashion help. I’m a satyr.
You mean like that Jewish dinner?
No, that’s a Seder. I’m half man, half goat, and I’d like to find something nice to wear. I’ve been interested in fashion since I was a kid.
A KID? Wow, that word works for both the human AND goat parts of you!
Yes, I thought you’d like that. Can you help me?
Sure. Take a look at this crap from Paris Fashion Week. It’s just the thing.
Say, Roy, you got any kids?
Yeah, three. My daughter’s a professor at NYU, my son’s an economist, and my other son’s studying to be Satan. We’re real proud of…
Excuse me, Roy. Did you say Satan?
Yeah, they got a School for Satan over there someplace. It’s sort of like a Santa Claus deal – Satan has a lot of little helpers.
Blog Guy, whatever happened to Gumby after his long career as an entertainer?
I think you’ll be very surprised. My private detectives have tracked the reclusive clay figure to China, where he now works pulling a rickshaw.
Way! Oh, he’s matured a bit, gotten tan from the outdoor work, grown a mustache and often wears a straw hat to cover that head hump, but it’s the same dude.
Blog Guy, I know we equip our police with the best weapons over here, but there must be other places where police have to make do with inferior arms?
Sure. You take the Philippines. They can’t afford guns with a fancy safety on them, so they cover their barrels with masking tape in case they go off accidentally.
Counting the chocolate one?
Wait! There’s a chocolate one?
Sure. Here’s a photo. Many popular tourist places are being replicated in dessert form these days, since folks are tired of the real thing. For instance, the best Big Ben is a chocolate one in Italy.
Blog Guy, I went to a fancy banquet in China, and I could swear I saw human footprints on the tablecloth. Was that just my imagination?
No. I’m pretty sure that’s how they set the dinner tables over there, with a guy walking around on top.
Blog Guy, I was fascinated by your report from the Millionaire Fair. What else can you say about what those wacky rich people are up to?