Friday Chat w/ Vlad
Hey, it’s Vlad. Today we will be discussing my modeling endeavors. I have attached a picture from a recent shoot for a company producing a line of fox shaped kazoos..they named them Fozoos. The picture shows one of my signature looks, I call it mock Naugahyde. Now I know what you are thinking 🤔 you already do so much around there and have so many talents, how is it possible you can be such an accomplished model. You are such a renaissance man/fox. All I can say to that is “yes, guilty as charged”.
From the time I was just a wee kit I felt I had the ability to do great things. The combination of my razor sharp wit and stunning good looks were a recipe for success. All I needed to do was work hard and get a few breaks and the sky was the limit. My first big break came when I was selected to go to America and become an ambassador for JABCECC. This provided me with the visibility I needed to let the world bask in my greatness and gave me a platform to inspire everyone to be better people. This is where my modeling comes in. It is hard not to be inspired by the beauty of a fox in particular one as stunning as myself.
Now many people around here get all goo-goo eyed around Maksa when she is modeling. They go so far as to call her the “it girl”. Sure, she does a fine job but she has the advantage of diminished expectations...And where do these diminished expectations come from you ask? One word..Viktor. You see Maksa’s photo shoots always come right after Viktor’s and the thing is he can’t take anything seriously. The world is Viktor’s playground and those around him are just squeaky toys. Most of his photos end up on the cutting room floor because he is doing something utterly ridiculous. By the time Maksa comes out everyone is so exhausted from Viktor’s antics that she doesn’t need to do much to be considered a phenom.
I, on the other hand, am judged solely on my significant talents with no buffoonish court jester as contrast. Viktor may have some hidden talents but they are hidden better than the truth at a pathological liars convention.
So go out and get yourself a Fozoo..and tell them Vlad sent you
Vlad out