Internet. I am now writing guest CONCOCTED CONVERSATIONS for MTV Clutch. The first post is about Jessie J. Click the following link to check it out.
Jessie J Dresses Herself
As always, thanks for reading. Not this blog, just reading in general. We really need to start reading more guys.

Internet. I am now writing guest CONCOCTED CONVERSATIONS for MTV Clutch. The first post is about Jessie J. Click the following link to check it out.

Jessie J Dresses Herself

As always, thanks for reading. Not this blog, just reading in general. We really need to start reading more guys.

Manager:  Kreashy baby, thanks for coming into the office.
Kreashyshawn:  Blam Blam.
Manager:  Haha, blam blam is right. I’ll get right to it. I need you to tame down your fashion sense.
Kreashyshawn: Aw hell no.
Manager:  Kreashy, your wearing a red rubber boot as a hat right now.
Kreashyshawn: Shit’s tight yo.
Manager:  And yesterday, you showed up naked at a Goodwill store and got dressed by running through the racks. You came out wearing a fur coat, a unitard and an oven mitt.
Kreashyshawn:  I wore the oven mitt because my shit is hot.
Manager:  You look like you get dressed by falling into a hamper every morning. There’s a fine line between dressing cool and dressing like a fucking idiot. I know your entire generation dresses like they’re playing a game called “No, I’m wearing the most interesting thing!”, but we have to be careful not to go too far. There can only be one Lady Gaga.
Kreashyshawn: Like the Highlander?
Manager:  Exactly. 

Manager:  Kreashy baby, thanks for coming into the office.

Kreashyshawn:  Blam Blam.

Manager:  Haha, blam blam is right. I’ll get right to it. I need you to tame down your fashion sense.

Kreashyshawn: Aw hell no.

Manager:  Kreashy, your wearing a red rubber boot as a hat right now.

Kreashyshawn: Shit’s tight yo.

Manager:  And yesterday, you showed up naked at a Goodwill store and got dressed by running through the racks. You came out wearing a fur coat, a unitard and an oven mitt.

Kreashyshawn:  I wore the oven mitt because my shit is hot.

Manager:  You look like you get dressed by falling into a hamper every morning. There’s a fine line between dressing cool and dressing like a fucking idiot. I know your entire generation dresses like they’re playing a game called “No, I’m wearing the most interesting thing!”, but we have to be careful not to go too far. There can only be one Lady Gaga.

Kreashyshawn: Like the Highlander?

Manager:  Exactly. 

Boss:  We have licensing for Ed Hardy. Why not make Ed Hardy beer?
Employee:  Ed Hardy Beer? I know we’re trying to maximize profits with ever widening revenue streams, but do you think anyone would actually buy Ed Hardy beer?
Boss:  I saw a guy this morning wearing an Ed Hardy shirt with a skeleton riding a tiger holding a flaming sword in one hand and a dragon in the other.
Employee:  …
Boss:  The tiger also had wings and was on a skateboard. So yeah, I’m pretty sure that guy is going to buy Ed Hardy Beer.
Employee:  What the hell, we can market it to date rapists.
Boss:  In a way, isn’t that all beer?

Boss:  We have licensing for Ed Hardy. Why not make Ed Hardy beer?

Employee:  Ed Hardy Beer? I know we’re trying to maximize profits with ever widening revenue streams, but do you think anyone would actually buy Ed Hardy beer?

Boss:  I saw a guy this morning wearing an Ed Hardy shirt with a skeleton riding a tiger holding a flaming sword in one hand and a dragon in the other.

Employee:  …

Boss:  The tiger also had wings and was on a skateboard. So yeah, I’m pretty sure that guy is going to buy Ed Hardy Beer.

Employee:  What the hell, we can market it to date rapists.

Boss:  In a way, isn’t that all beer?

Fashion Student 1:  You know I hate Nazis as much as the next guy.
Fashion Student 2:  Oh me too. They were the worst.
Fashion Student 1:  The absolute worst.
Fashion Student 2:  But you got to hand it to them…
Fashion Student 1:  They really had a knack for design.
Fashion Student 2:  I know, right!
Fashion Student 1:  All those simple, clean lines…
Fashion Student 2:  Strong colors…
Fashion Student 1:  It just works!
Fashion Student 2:  If they stuck to designing flags and uniforms…
Fashion Student 1:  Rather than designing flags and uniforms and systematic genocide.
Fashion Student 2:  They could have gone a lot further.
Fashion Student 1:  Yeah, they really missed up their priorities.

Fashion Student 1:  You know I hate Nazis as much as the next guy.

Fashion Student 2:  Oh me too. They were the worst.

Fashion Student 1:  The absolute worst.

Fashion Student 2:  But you got to hand it to them…

Fashion Student 1:  They really had a knack for design.

Fashion Student 2:  I know, right!

Fashion Student 1:  All those simple, clean lines…

Fashion Student 2:  Strong colors…

Fashion Student 1:  It just works!

Fashion Student 2:  If they stuck to designing flags and uniforms…

Fashion Student 1:  Rather than designing flags and uniforms and systematic genocide.

Fashion Student 2:  They could have gone a lot further.

Fashion Student 1:  Yeah, they really missed up their priorities.

Husband:  I don’t care what anyone says, this is a great t-shirt.
Wife:  I know honey, but do you have to wear it to the rehearsal dinner?
Husband:  Uh, how else will everyone know that the father of the bride is not to be fucked with?
Wife:  John, no one is going to “F” with you at our daughter’s wedding.
Husband:  Remember our wedding? Two fights broke out.
Wife:  That you started!
Husband:  I specifically told the DJ Steely Dan only! He’s the one who started playing “Funkytown”.
Wife:  John, this shirt is not appropriate for a rehearsal dinner!
Husband:  Hold on. Did I just hear my wife tell me that loving the United States of America isn’t appropriate.
Wife:  I didn’t say that.
Husband:  I love three things in this world. The USA, Steely Dan and you. In that order.
Wife:  I know, you tell me every night before we go to bed.
Husband:  And in the morning.
Wife:  Fine John, wear the damn shirt.
She starts to walk away.
Wife:  I just think it’s strange that the dog on your patriotic shirt is a German Shepherd.
John looks down at his shirt.
Husband:  Wait, what?

Husband:  I don’t care what anyone says, this is a great t-shirt.

Wife:  I know honey, but do you have to wear it to the rehearsal dinner?

Husband:  Uh, how else will everyone know that the father of the bride is not to be fucked with?

Wife:  John, no one is going to “F” with you at our daughter’s wedding.

Husband:  Remember our wedding? Two fights broke out.

Wife:  That you started!

Husband:  I specifically told the DJ Steely Dan only! He’s the one who started playing “Funkytown”.

Wife:  John, this shirt is not appropriate for a rehearsal dinner!

Husband:  Hold on. Did I just hear my wife tell me that loving the United States of America isn’t appropriate.

Wife:  I didn’t say that.

Husband:  I love three things in this world. The USA, Steely Dan and you. In that order.

Wife:  I know, you tell me every night before we go to bed.

Husband:  And in the morning.

Wife:  Fine John, wear the damn shirt.

She starts to walk away.

Wife:  I just think it’s strange that the dog on your patriotic shirt is a German Shepherd.

John looks down at his shirt.

Husband:  Wait, what?