Muddle Management

 “If the blogs are published in book form –“

“ -- to get the niche audience –“

“We could publish on demand and have no overhead!”

The Smitty jumps up on the porch as if to say: “Hol’ up: whatch’all wheelin’n’dealin’ about widout my ass in the picture?”

“Mr. Smitty wants his cut.”

“Right: 100% off the top. Any new “peeps” I bring in, I got to cut them in, yo.”

“Word.”

“E-mail my lawyers with all the papers and sich, and I’ll put my paw print to it.”

“OK, Mr. Smee!”

So You Think You Can … Be My Peeps

Welcome to the show that asks the question do you have what it takes to be one of Mister Smitty’s peeps. I’m your host, T. Mister! [Applause]. 

Let’s meet our juuudges: Mr. Smitty, Mr. Smee T. Tee, and T. Mister (“the other one, whichever, can’t tell ‘em apart anyway, till they pet me,” etc.)

And our first contestant, a homemaker from Bethesda, Maryland …

Next, a young longhaired black cat with white paws from “across the way”…

“Mngiao!”

“Really? Well then, let’s see if you have what it takes to be one of Mr. Smitty’s Peeps … right after the break!                   (To Be (dis) Continued)

Dating Game

To all employees of Mister Smitty Enterprises (MSE), and our clients, fan(s?), frenemies, homies/peeps:

 In the spirit of our current cultural trend to P.(a)C.-ify our wording so sharp edges are blunted, guard rails erected, child safety caps double sealed, and all things rendered pleasantly beige, Please update your calendars to reflect the following changes: 

B.C. =>  B.C.E  => now to become => B.M.S.E.

A.D. =>  C.E. => now to become => M.S.E.