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loser-at-basketball

Confeermed three things after this thorough ass-whipping by the lovely and talented Celine Lopez, who was wearing a Diane Von Furstenberg original dress and Steve Madden stilettos as she beat me three straight times at Timezone basketball:

  1. MDJ cannot play ball to save his life, and is therefore that much less of a man.
  2. Celine on the other hand is an excellent player who is a certified expert in shooting grubby orange balls into little holes.
  3. MDJ is a true gentleman, who always allows the ladies to beat him at manly sports so they can feel better about themselves.

However, as Sunny Dumayas so sagely said, losing to girls doesn’t count, ergo, Celine’s alleged 3-0 record against me is pure fiction, and we remain dead even at 0-all.

I remain, therefore, The Superstar.

Just for the record.

In honor of the brave men and women who were left standing after the carnage of 1/17. 

The problem with being the only dude in a team made up of spoiled donya bratitas is that they push you around, send you to buy them coffee and vodka, and occasionally make furniture out of you.

Sofa

MDJ Superstar would just like to go on record to say that when he started working out to build muscle that would attract beautiful women, he meant that in a sexual kind of way, and not to be made into a bench whenever Monobloc happens to be unavailable…

WHY…
was MDJ Superstar looking so upset at work the other day?
MDJ is upset...

WHAT…
dastardly deed did these three Vicious Vixens of Vadvertising perform to make The Superstar’s life so miserable?

Bitches

HOW…
could they want to make a Superstar as friendly and affable as MDJ so emotionally distraught that he was forced to cheat on his diet and eat a cheese enchilada at Mexicali?

Victim

Here’s how this lurid story of wrath and hate unraveled.

THE SCENE OF THE CRIME: EVIDENCE OF EVIL IN THE ADVERTISING WORLD
They newspapered everything on MDJ Superstar’s desk.

MDJ's Desk

My monitor, keyboard, telephone, and even my mouse were not spared.

Neither were my beautiful little organizers, my mug, nor my inbox tray. Even my binders, brand manuals, and books were wrapped individually in week-old newspapers!

Books and Shelves

In a diabolical touch of manic genius, even the Magic 8-Ball that I use to resolve tough strategic dilemmas was wrapped. (In a very sweet and cute touch, they at least remembered to label it with an “8″, just so I wouldn’t confuse it for something else… like a 7-ball, perhaps)

My magic 8-ball

They did leave a very sweet message for me on my keyboard, just so I wouldn’t blame this evil deed on the secretaries or the messengers. How thoughtful.

Dedication

And in case I dropped dead from a heart attack brought on by this vicious hate crime, they prepared a tombstone with a very nicely inscribed epitaph. They’re great Account Executives, I must admit. They always plan ahead.

Tombstone

Menggay, Celine, and Cha – I love you guys, and I forgive you already because I know you love me incredibly too.

XOXO,

MDJ Superstar

The thing about my stunning visage, shiny round kalbo head, and brawny MDJ Superstar biceps is that people perpetually feel compelled to draw me.

Sigh. Such is the price of fame and fortune…

Lopez, I know you love me, and I forgive you already.

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