What could a businessman ever want more
than to have us sucking in his store

Well, there is Harry, but, shit, everyone knows that they can't get ahold of him until 12:01 tonight, so customers don't get too fussy. We sell them vouchers, they get happy, it's a decorative piece of paper that makes them feel that much closer to owning a 900 page children's book. So, again, they're happy.
Well, see, then there is Clay, from that show, who hails from Raleigh, who is selling tons of singles, who is loved by America, but wait, he didn't win. Maybe Ruben would get the same response had he lost. Maybe losing is the key. At BAM in Raleigh we were stuck in the middle, Ruben supposedly worked for the company at some point, but no one in Raleigh gives a shit since they all know Clay. Sex symbol potential wearing a WWJD bracelet. Anyway, we sold out of the magazine in 15 minutes. People hated me when we didn't have the magazine yet, then hated me more when we sold out. Does your life really revolve around an issue of Rolling Stone? All the elderly might be a little thrown when they see Lil Kim's boob popping out around page 15.
Anyway, lots of people. I was in a Fugazi song for 9 hours.
posted by beta at 6/20/2003 06:57:00 PM