"Le French Sex Shoppe"

On occasion, my job takes me to exciting locales. This morning we had the opportunity to visit Le Sex Shoppe, a sex shop in Sherman Oaks, which we renamed "Le French Sex Shoppe" for the purposes of my script.

My friend and co-worker who is the most puritanical is Michael Schur.

He hates when people make off-color jokes and is a real priss. I am almost always in a constant state of his disapproval. Except once a week or so he'll hit us with the filthiest fucking joke we have ever heard in our lives and everyone is scandalized. Then he quickly divorces himself from the comment. It goes something like this.

Mindy: Something cute, clever and charming.
(people laugh)
Writer B: Something funny, relevant.
Writer C: Something building on that, making it even funnier.
Michael: Something mind-blowingly, off-the-charts filthy.
(stunned silence)
Michael: What? Who said that? (looks around the room)
Writer B: You did.
Michael: Nope. Let's get back to work, you lazy fuckers.


And it works! Michael still gets to keep a pristine rep and purport to be a classy William Shawn type.

That's why I got him this "Hottie Way" street sign from Le Sex Shoppe. It's exactly the kind of lame, not-really-that-funny, tawdry thing Michael hates the most. But, as is the writers code, you must put up on your wall anything any other writer gives you. (edited to add: the best example of this being that I gave Michael a poster of Bridget Jones Diary 2 and he had it up in his office for an entire year. Especially awesome since this was the only decoration in his office. Later, this movie was referenced as the worst movie ever made in "A Benihana Christmas". Fun Fact!)

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