My former writers all went on strike, so I held open auditions for new writers at the studio of For Your Imagination.
The studio was like a whirling assembly line of “up and coming” web talent, and I probably could have parked there all day and made videos without annoying SAG negotiations or pesky release forms.
I do quite miss my old writers. But they got a ‘tude when I told them I’d only pay them for anything that was sold via BETA or VHS, and they’re all “wah, wah, wah… we want a piece of the Internet revenue.”
So short sighted. So short sighted. But they are, after all, writers not business people.
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My vote is for the chick that was talking about sex!
I gotta vote for the sex girl with the big nalts (forehead).
I liked the ginger.
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