November 29, 2018

Greetings Laff Lovers,

Magilla, our apeman boss, asked me to sit in on a meeting with a guy that was pitching him some kind of new media. Whenever I'm in one of those meetings I do a lot of listening and try to come up with creative ways to incorporate and maximize the idea being pitched. OK, you got me, I actually just sit there trying not to play with my balls.

Anyway, this guy was going on and on and on so much that I blanked out and started wondering what ever happened to the people that lived near the Fukushima nuclear plant that melted down back in 2011. Did the women grow three tits like the hooker in that Arnold Schwarzenegger movie?

I was snapped out of my reverie when I saw Magilla calmly open his drawer and pull out a paper plate taped to a stick with STFU written on it in bold letters.

He may be lacking in the social graces, but I'll say this much about the guy; he knows how to move things along.

Needless to say, the tone of the meeting changed after that.

Quietly,

TZ

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