The Ditzey Clucks are worried about their future so they hired a new manager.
Here he is:
Shamelessly stolen from Michael M. Bates
And, I'm sure you've seen the nude picture of the Blixie Chunks floating around the internet. They say that the camera adds ten pounds to people. In Natalie's case it subtracted about 40 pounds. Jesus H. Christ! She's more of a porker than my cat Ashley. I mean, to get her pregnant her husband had to roll her in flour and .... Ooops! Not gonna go there.
Besides managing the Dixie Skanks (Y'know, I really like their music, even though they don't write much of it, and I liked the last CD because it was mostly bluegrass based, but how dumb do you have to be to piss off your core fans?), Baghdad Bob was hired to do PR for TCIDNN.
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Thanks to my brother-in-law, Ryan for his Photoshop skills and thanks to someone whose name will not be revealed (to protect the guilty) for sending me the original that Ryan altered.
I got a note from the project manager in charge of the German project. The owner of the purse strings, who is a Belgian, wrote back and said there were some problems with the proposals that she wanted to discuss in a meeting on Monday. Maybe I should call in sick. We have presented two proposals: One is for $1.5 million and the other is for $1.75 million. Our only competition has bid $2.5 million. But, since my manager has a boner for this project, next week, we will probably have to go through another rehash of the numbers. Let's see, what can we cut here? What can we cut there?
What I have to keep telling myself: "My name is Wally. My name is Wally. Do not say a word. Smile. Look stupid. Nod yes."
Call their fucking bluff! Sign with us or fuck off! How hard is that? Arrrggghhh!
Posted by denny at April 24, 2003 08:46 PM