Video Vixens Page #3

Oh Rex.

Oh sh*t.

Well, anyway, it's all

explained in this here

letter that Mr Bradley

asked me to give to you.

You see, we're going to

take TV land by surprise.

We're gonna put on the first

annual Academy Awards stag film

nice.

You're gonna be the

master of ceremonies.

You know, you'll

read off the awards

and introduce a few film

clips of the winning films

and sh*t like that?

We all thought you'd be

just right for the job,

give it a little respectability

and a little class.

You know what I mean?

Anyway, Mr Bradley'd like

to have you in his office

about 9:
30 tomorrow morning.

Hey, honey, you got

anything to eat?

Remember how happy

we all used to be?

I mean, girls were

girls, and men were men.

Sex was in the air, in

the air, I tell you.

You could suck in the aroma of

excited love in every corner.

Now we have pollution--

pollution and faggots.

Terrific, huh?

Well, it's no accident that

the people of our country

don't have sex on

their mind anymore.

Their minds have been

dulled by the blunt edge

of the conspiracy.

The people of our country fall

sleep in front of their TV

sets, washing their hands

with hexachlorophene

and sucking in the

polluted night air

without a single

thought of erotic bliss

entering their heads.

This is no accident.

You, of course, all know this.

Your product lacked the exposure

that might grant them a greater

chance to successfully

compete on the open market

with such things as stomach

remedies and enzyme detergents.

Your products are banned

from the advance air,

banned from the dull

minds of the victimized

audiences of our day.

This is no accident.

The government

wants it that way.

They want us to be dull, and

tired, and unexcited, and soft.

They're killing sex, and

they're killing your products.

What's the pitch, bud?

I wanna sell your

products on prime time.

Why you wanna

sell our products?

Nobody else here will.

I like what you sell,

and I need the money.

All right.

Now wait a minute.

What I want to know is who

we got running the show.

Give me some big name, movie

stars-- somebody like that.

I got anything to

do with television,

I wanna know all the ratings.

All that stuff.

We get some girl, maybe

some broad to take

care of the show

instead of a guy.

A lot of people like to

watch broads like that.

Get a whole room full

of broads-- big, fat,

firm tits-- ripe.

You know, I used

to be able-- I used

to be able to remember the

names of all different kinds

of nipples there are.

We'll have the highest ratings.

It's no lie.

We're running a very show, and

it's gonna cost you plenty.

Gordon Gordon, the

movie critic, is gonna

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