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'Tis the season

My apologies in advance for what is in reality a post of yet another "How much money can you spare for our cause", especially if you're dealing with countless other pitches from countless other family, friends, etc. But hey, it's for my boy and we're taking a Web 2.0 approach to the standard door-to-door or boiler room telemarketing route so it should get thumbs up on the interactivity and originality alone. Or just scroll down to "7. Outtakes" and have a good laugh.

If, after reading below and taking your chosen path based on Nic's inherent charm and persuasiveness and you remain interested, you can follow-up with me via my gmail address or just call me so we can set up an order. (Deadline for orders is next Friday, Oct. 19; we can work payment arrangements between then and Thursday, Nov. 15.) Spioler alert: we're pushing popcorn and popcorn treats. And we're talking a minimum $10 buy-in.

So, without further ado, I present to you the Blauthaus West Playhouse's five-part presentation (plus bonus outtakes) of "Popcorn Pitch 2012":

1. Disclaimer [totally Nic's idea]


2. The Pitch

If yes, play video below, then scroll down to "6. Catalog" and follow-up with me offline. And don't forget to scroll down to "7. Outtakes".
If no, scroll down to "3. Back-up Pitch".



3. Back-up Pitch

If yes, play video below, then scroll down to "6. Catalog" and follow-up with me offline. And don't forget to scroll down to "7. Outtakes".
If no, scroll down to "4. Last-ditch Pitch".



4. Last-ditch Pitch

If yes, play video below and follow-up with me offline. And don't forget to scroll down to "7. Outtakes".
If no, scroll down to "5. Acknowledgement".



5. Acknowledgement


6. Catalog (click to enlarge)



7. Outtakes



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