In honor of Labor Day, today's post is for all the current VJ's out there toiling away.
If you were just yelled at for scrolling the TelePrompter too fast or too slow, chided for not taking enough initiative, scolded for not putting the mic on a guest properly, bruised from moving a set, covered in stench from wiping someone's ass, here's to you. Someday you'll be promoted and it will all be over.
Hopefully the experience won't turn you into someone dorky enough to blog about it several years later...
Cheers!
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After shoving my hand up John McCain's shirt to mic him at the 1996 Republican Convention, and having the palm of my hand brush up against his pasty, gray haired chest, I know that I am capable of accomplishing any task..no matter how demeaning it may be. A toast to you, VJ program creators.
To the VJ Gods, who hand picked us to be the grunts, peons and turds of cable television. For without them, we would never know the joy of having Floyd Yarmouth as our boss. A toast to you.
Floyyyyd. Floyyyyd. Floyyyyd. Just rolls off your tongue. What the heck, a toast to Floyd! Let's make love.
And, a toast to you, my fellow vjdutton! You've provided years of satirical humor, that only the most intelligent former VJ's would appreciate. All hail Mama D!
-vjHoolia Goolia
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