My Encounter With Mandeep

It has been a long, long time since I've written a real blog. Since the pandemic days, in fact. But this warrants it. So there I was, going about my usual afternoon busywork at the AVN compound, when I hear a call from downstairs: "Hello?" I thought I heard my co-worker moving in that direction to see what was up, but then a few minutes later: "Hello?" Looked like it was gonna be up to me. So down the stairs I plodded, and immediately found myself face-to-face with a short, pudgy, balding man seemingly of Indian descent, whom I will call "Mandeep" for the purposes of discretion.  "Hello sir, is there somebody I can talk to here? This is the AVN?" he asked me. "Well yes, what do you need?" I asked. "I have traveled so far, I just need to talk with somebody who can help me," he implored. "OK ... what's happening? What's your question?" I persisted. "I want to find out how can I get into the industry?...
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What Scrog Is Thinking

"Do lemon drops go bad? That box of DVDs probably shouldn't be on top of that ... what do you call one side of a cubicle? 'Tap That Tail Hole' — that's not a great title. Why hasn't Joanna answered my question yet about whether it's bbq chicken she's cooking? Where the fuck can I get some good bbq chicken for dinner? Oh, that kosher bbq place was pretty good. Wonder if H would be up for it. Gotta remember to bring two canned goods when I pick her up so we can get the $1 Ben & Jerry's. Wait, wait, it's all you can eat wing night at Hooters! Fuck yes. I am so ... godDAMMIT when am I gonna get this tax shit together? ... I can't sit here anymore. I'm leaving!!!! Right after I send this to Jenn Ramsey."

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