I am the Burbank Booby Genius. Attend my genius, and learn. I go to the Hooters of Burbank with my SAG card wielding Ombudsman every…
Reading Harold Bloom’s new book, “Where Can Wisdom Be Found?”, I decided to take James Gun, the newbie worker from Omnibus, and our twenty-something secretary to The Place for a quick lunch-hour wisdom hunt. My mind was filled with questions. Could wisdom be found in the inanity of struggled actress chatter? Could it be found in booby ogling? What is the direct comparison between Ecclesiastes and skin-tight orange biker shorts? And what can we learn, if anything, from the booby proletariat?
Lookie here! A new kid wants in at our watering hole, so vilely despised by office fraus that we refer it exclusively as “the place” or risk sexual harassment.
They are making it even easier to pick up on the waitresses at the Burbank Hooters with a script and a DVD under my arm.
