Within minutes of the start of the advertising shoot, it became crystal clear that something was terribly awry. Let’s listen in as the models attempt to psychologically survive the madness of the wrong people making the wrong decisions at all the wrong times…
Poutina, left: “We are never going to be hired again for the rest of our time on Earth.”
Grutchen, right: “Girl, you need to settle down. It’s not that bad. Just act like it’s the first time you ever had sex. You didn’t know what you were doing, he sure as hell didn’t know what he was doing, and you both got a rash. But life goes on and eventually you find someone who wasn’t raised in a barn.”
Poutina: “But I’ve never had sex. I’m from Oklahoma.”
Grutchen: “Oh. Well, that does change things a bit. My condolences. Still, you can get through this by always believing in yourself and always making sure you have a condom in the nightstand drawer.”
Poutina: “Condom? Is that what you do to old buildings that need to be torn down?”
Grutchen, suddenly in need of vodka: “Oh, honey. You had a long way to fall from that turnip truck. Let me try it from another angle. We are here to sell a product. That’s all we need to do. Just smile and act like you’ve just had sex with… like you’ve just heard an inspiring sermon from Preacher Lillywhite at the First Baptist Church of Clodhopper, Oklahoma and you’re so ready to put something in the offering plate that you’re practically vibrating.”
Poutina: “Oh! I’ve actually been to Clodhopper and I vibrated. Maybe I can do this. But exactly what are we trying to sell?”
Grutchen: “I have no idea. Something about beer steins for people who like tennis. I really don’t know. But the point is that we have to put some sexy sizzle into the mix. Or, in your case, you should vaguely try to remember that you have a vagina.”
Poutina: “Vagina? I’ve never travelled that far. But my momma’s family comes from West Vagina.”
Grutchen: “And I had such high hopes for you for roughly two seconds. I tried my best to be supportive and all, but there’s only so much you can expect any decent human being to endure. I think we might have to unfriend each other on Facebook at this point.”
Poutina: “Don’t give up on me yet! You’ve taught me so much about condoms and vaginas and offering my plate to preachers that I feel it’s only fair that I give you some advice as well.”
Grutchen: “Oh? Clodhopper has some cornfed wisdom that I haven’t already heard?”
Poutina: “Yes. Did it ever occur to you that you should wear a bra in public?”
Grutchen: “No.”
Photographer: “Okay, ladies. Smile for the camera!”
Click.
Categories: Questionable Developments
I was like, hahahaha.
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Yay! I accomplished my goal… 😉
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Really appreciate that you managed to work clodhopper into the conversation. One of my favourite words.
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“Clodhopper” and “humdinger” have a special place in my heart. I must share them when I can… 😉
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Oh yes, humdinger is another goodie.
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A bra? And she’s from Oklahoma? I’m surprised she knew about such things. Clodhopper is a really small place.
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We’ll just have to assume the Poutina encountered one of those progressive Yankees whilst both were noshing at Betty Mae’s diner, and Poutina picked up a few phrases to try out…
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There is so much trash to talk on this one I think I’ll just zip it. An keep it that way.
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Don’t zip it in on my account. Let it rip… 😉
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LOL. Best names ever!
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I do pride myself on the naming selections… 😉
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West Vagina! LOL 😀
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And then there’s North and South Crotch Liner, but this rarely comes up in mixed company….
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Hahaha! I’ve never heard them called that and now it’s probably how I’ll think of them. Ha!
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There was a time when I would have thought you were going too far, suggesting a grown woman wouldn’t know certain things. But I once worked with a woman who was in her mid-20s, and when she and her husband were expecting, our manager gave her a copy of the book “What to Expect When You’re Expecting.”
At work the next day, the woman told us (and you have to imagine this in a thick Southern drawl, as she was from Mississippi), “Did you know what we gals have is a vageena?! I didn’t know THAT! And his pecker is called a penis! Isn’t that a hoot?!”
I can only assume she didn’t know what a condom was either. No idea how many children they wound up with, but at least we have the assurance the Colorado school system served them better.
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Some day I’ll share a rather-detailed ditty once shared with me by one of my college professors. Short version: He and his blushing bride spent time in Arkansas, with nurse-in-training Blushing learning the ropes in a maternity ward whilst Professor did something or other at a local college. One day, Blushing had the ignominious task of explaining to one of the new moms that perhaps she should reconsider using the name “Vagina” on the about-to-be-issued birth certificate…
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Hilarious as usual!! 🙂
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Thank you!
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Ah, a couple of ladies(?) who are well-endowed….with hair. 😛
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Their beauty is simply breath-taking… 😉
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Clever banter, I thought this was excellent and wicked!
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Thank you! I’m pleased to accept both adjectives… 😉
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