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Manami is whoring herself out!
16 years ago
I've really gotta get on this whole "Brand Recognition" thing that's sweeping the world by storm! But I don't know what I can slap my logo, name and official likeness onto to really get the word out. Don't fucking ask me what that word is, either. It cannot be described with any of the current letters of the alphabet. We need to add at least three new letters to it... And maybe a number or two.
I could try health products. But the only ones other companies/people haven't slapped their faces on are kinda last resort items. As in poop scrapers, douches and puke buckets. And well, none of those sound pleasant in the least. Especially the scrapers. I didn't even know those existed.
I guess I could do what Donald Trump did and stir up controversy and brand recognition by copyrighting a phrase I use often. But that list sucks too:
"Man, I'm hungry."
"Man, I'm horny."
"Sorry I gave you syphilis."
"What do you MEAN I have syphilis?"
"I shamed myself this morning."
"One more chocolate pie couldn't be a bad idea."
"For the love of GOD! Invest in Bear-Stearns! They've got no where else to go but up! Well, that and completely failure."
I could try to get some famous artists to collaborate with me. But I found out Rembrandt was dead. I guess I could settle for a guest spot on Blondie, Bazooka Joe or Garfield. But that just wouldn't end well.
"What do you MEAN Garfield gave me syphilis?!"
Starting a comic strip or cartoon show would be a great way to do it too. But my art sucks and well; I don't feel like getting sued by people or ending up poor like Roy Lichtenstein. What? He died wealthy? Huh.
I could see if I can get my likeness etched into Mars. But something tells me the environmentalists wouldn't like that. Nor would the Neptunians. They have political interests in Mars.
Ultimately, I don't know what to do to turn myself into a household name. I guess I could whore myself out to more than capitalism and just have so much sex with people that I end up in like, the world record book. But that just doesn't seem like it'd end well.
"Why am I being quarantined? For having too much sex?! What the crap?! It's my syphilis isn't it?! Oh.... It's not. Wow, that is pretty severe. I really should make sure no one stays too close to me for quite a few centuries then."
Meh. I guess this all comes down to this:
I've collaborated with Rattlehead and co-written a story with him with lots of sex in it. It's part one of who knows how many parts and I'll post a version on my FA later.
Also: I <3 Gifts. I want MOAR Nami art!
(P.S. Turns out it wasn't syphilis. It never was it. Nor was it lupus as House would suggest. It was dysentery. Enjoy~ ^_^)
I could try health products. But the only ones other companies/people haven't slapped their faces on are kinda last resort items. As in poop scrapers, douches and puke buckets. And well, none of those sound pleasant in the least. Especially the scrapers. I didn't even know those existed.
I guess I could do what Donald Trump did and stir up controversy and brand recognition by copyrighting a phrase I use often. But that list sucks too:
"Man, I'm hungry."
"Man, I'm horny."
"Sorry I gave you syphilis."
"What do you MEAN I have syphilis?"
"I shamed myself this morning."
"One more chocolate pie couldn't be a bad idea."
"For the love of GOD! Invest in Bear-Stearns! They've got no where else to go but up! Well, that and completely failure."
I could try to get some famous artists to collaborate with me. But I found out Rembrandt was dead. I guess I could settle for a guest spot on Blondie, Bazooka Joe or Garfield. But that just wouldn't end well.
"What do you MEAN Garfield gave me syphilis?!"
Starting a comic strip or cartoon show would be a great way to do it too. But my art sucks and well; I don't feel like getting sued by people or ending up poor like Roy Lichtenstein. What? He died wealthy? Huh.
I could see if I can get my likeness etched into Mars. But something tells me the environmentalists wouldn't like that. Nor would the Neptunians. They have political interests in Mars.
Ultimately, I don't know what to do to turn myself into a household name. I guess I could whore myself out to more than capitalism and just have so much sex with people that I end up in like, the world record book. But that just doesn't seem like it'd end well.
"Why am I being quarantined? For having too much sex?! What the crap?! It's my syphilis isn't it?! Oh.... It's not. Wow, that is pretty severe. I really should make sure no one stays too close to me for quite a few centuries then."
Meh. I guess this all comes down to this:
I've collaborated with Rattlehead and co-written a story with him with lots of sex in it. It's part one of who knows how many parts and I'll post a version on my FA later.
Also: I <3 Gifts. I want MOAR Nami art!
(P.S. Turns out it wasn't syphilis. It never was it. Nor was it lupus as House would suggest. It was dysentery. Enjoy~ ^_^)
