Thursday, October 30, 2008

Burt

Sure he's a bee rapist, but he makes a killing selling useless honey-smelling stuff.  His products aren't even effective, people just love dumping cash at the register at Whole Foods. They're already spending $200 on Gruyere and almonds, why not drop another $20 on a waxy lip balm and an issue of Yoga Journal?  Burt's lip balm is genius: it's one of those products that makes people think they're being environmentally conscious even though it's not even remotely the case (You know, like tote bags people keep manufacturing that say "go green!").  Taking advantage of hippies is an American past-time and Burt makes millions doing it.  He doesn't even bother shaving for photo shoots. And why shouldn't he phone it in?  The "Old Man and the Sea" look is working.  

NOTE: While I would love to Be Burt, I would never want to be Tom of Maine.  That guy probably smells like an abandoned barn.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Be Alan Greenspan's Attractive Younger Brother Who's Not At All Responsible For The Current Economic Crisis

Sure, you've lived years in your older brother's shadow but not this month.  He's on trial and you're free to sit back and enjoy being mom and dad's favorite kid.  Who's kidding who?  You pulled your stocks out in time so there's all the family money and none of the weight of knowing you're partially responsible for the economic disaster that's tearing the country apart.  Plus, you got your looks from mom's side of the family so you don't even remotely resemble what would happen if Gargamel had sex with a Rabbi.  Fun!  

Go All "Into The Wild" On Everyone's Ass

Since I have no skills or talents other than writing comedy, this could be my final grandiose push for glory.  Unfortunately, since I'm a bit of a JAP, instead of surviving for an impressively long time like Christopher McCandless did, I'd just die in a snap.  Everyone would stand around at my fune eating bagels & lox saying "I don't understand what happened.  She still had seven sandwiches left. Plenty of water.  It was 4pm on a Saturday in Griffith Park.  All we can think is she just whined so hard she dropped dead."