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Man [picks up phone]: Hello, Ken’s Video Production, this is Ken.
Woman: Hi, I wanted to get a music video made and I was wondering if you can shoot it for me?
Ken: Absolutely, what kind of video did you have in mind?
Woman: Well, I’m a country singer and I thought maybe we could do something outside.
Ken: Oh excellent! You sound like a normal country singer. Why, I would bet a hog full of nickels that you are a fairly attractive woman. Why don’t we shoot the video in the park tomorrow?
Woman: That sounds great! What time should I meet –-
Voice Yelling in Background: — tell him about me!
Ken: What was that?
Woman: Oh nothing, what time should we meet then?
Ken: Well, how about 11:30. I assure you everything will go smoothly, there will be nothing weird about it. It will all feel natural and not freakish in any matter whatsoever.
(Fast Forward to 11:30 the next day)
Woman: Hi, you must be Ken, I’m Reba.
Ken: HOLY FUCKING SHIT THERE IS ANOTHER PERSON ATTACHED TO YOUR FACE!!!
Reba: She’s going to dance in the video.
Ken: God, my life is awesome.