4 thousand big ones.
But wasn't Armani. Or some other custom-tailored, Eurometro, Fashion Week, lined with golden soy fleece whatever. [I don't know any other exorbitantly priced, high fashion names to drop on you.]
It was this:
I was one of a few [involuntary] auditioners for a viral campaign at my work. I doubt I'll get the part, mostly because it involves dogs and I'm not exactly the biggest dog person. Also, I'm not sure how I feel about redirecting any of my 15 Minutes towards YouTube clips of me running around Salt Lake in a bacon suit. Maybe we could re-purpose the footage for a music video for the new album. Oh yeah, and I should probably mention that I'm an amazingly horrific actor. I make Freddie Prinze Jr. look like DeNiro puffing on the ashy remains of Brando while watching the flickering ghost of Alec Guinness.
Witness my best Disgruntled Bacon Look. Some of you might also recognize this look as: Really? You're Not Gonna Change The Station? or Working Weekend or CostCo On A Saturday or Hey, Sound Guy! You're Really Helping Me Sound Like A Pro.
And a little special something I like to call Happy Surprise. Oscar, I'll leave a little room on the mantle just for you.
If our little agency commissioned a $4000 bacon suit, what do you pay to get Omletteville?
