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Vitiello Discusses 24-Piece Men Coaching Situation
by Tito Presentation
Senior Staff Writer

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For the first time in a thus-far lost season, 24-Piece Men GM Chris Vitiello discussed the vacant head-coaching position for his expansion club.
“I see no point in naming a coach provided that this buffoonery continues,” said the decorative ham magnate from his factory in Northern Lankville. “When I sit at the [negotiating] table, I feel as if I am surrounded by vile truth-rapists and my natural inclination is not only to whip them mercilessly but to place them in fathomless caves and to literally teach the darkness out of them.”
A wall of the factory suddenly blew in on Vitiello. A siren went off somewhere and a series of searchlights strafed the area. Vitiello was able to escape through massive amounts of carnage and commandeered a decorative ham delivery truck to parts unknown.
As he pulled off, he looked down on me as the unidentified beasts circled the destroyed room.”Where are the hams which came in to thee this night? Bring them out unto us, that we may KNOW THEM”.
Then, he was gone.
Musings of a Decorative Ham Man by Chris Vitiello
By Chris Vitiello

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During certain times of the year, our concern offers a stunning decorative ham that appears already sliced. I will place this ham for you on your table or near to your sofa, lounge chair or futon, if that is how you choose to live your life. A white plate is placed beneath the flawless slices– I advise on two or perhaps three slices at most. We then will provide a quart of “Vitiello’s Special Lustrous Juices Supplement” (extra charge) to enhance the effect.
And people will say, “my goodness, look at that freshly-sliced ham.”
And you will say, “indeed, yes.” And then it will be your chore to divert their attention away from the ham– it being entirely decorative, of course.
Decorative Hams Ordered for League Offices
By Commodore Evans Emmurian
Staff Writer (Occasional)

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Several crates of Vitiello Decorative Hams arrived yesterday to Pondicherry Association league offices, according to witnesses.
“They brought a crate to each department,” said secretary Meg Majors, who works in the “Pondicherry Advancement” offices on the 7th floor. “We weren’t sure what to do with them exactly, so we put a bunch of them in a center of the conference room table and then we piled the rest in a bathroom closet.”
“The directions for placement were unclear,” noted legal adviser Bill Jumpers-Hole. “And there were thousands of them all told. The building is now crawling with them.”
When asked if disposal was an option, Jumpers-Hole said, “absolutely not. We are all collectively bound to these hams.”
It is unclear who placed the order and calls to 24-Piece Men GM and Decorative Ham magnate Chris Vitiello were not returned.
“You get tossed around to a lot of different operators,” said Majors, who sported firm, high melons and a round, pleasing slice of business out back. “Many of the operators seem to be crying or are sick. There is mass confusion, even hysteria. Ultimately, you hear the screams of many people and the line goes dead. I have no idea what’s going on.”
“We’ve got a lot of hams here,” said Majors, who began pressing her mounds against her desk. “Doesn’t mean, though, that there isn’t a little more room for more meat.”
Minor and Emmurian quickly disappeared into a bathroom and the interview was ended prematurely.
Musings of a Decorative Ham Man
By Chris Vitiello

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On Thursdays, the ships bring in the giant containers of decorative hams. They are loaded onto flatbed trucks, driven east and they arrive in great stacks at my factory. I supervise what comes next.
The workers, lurking in halls, suddenly descend upon the great receptacles. Upon occasion, it is necessary for me to whip them but they have grown used to the process and even developed a certain modicum of efficiency. I watch them unload the decorative hams into smaller containers.
I use the word container but really, for me, these are decorative ham reliquaries. It is a shame that they are made of cold, poorly-painted steel. They should be bejeweled.
Next, the decorative hams are rolled on carts towards the patented Vitiello Conveyor Cinctures. They are further decorated as they move slowly by a series of skilled craftsmen in aprons. And finally each decorative ham is paraded past my office window. Decorative hams not worthy of the Vitiello name are burned in secret indoor pits.
I come from nothing. Out of the mountains of West Lankville– my father was a violent drunk. He came home to the trailer every night with a different woman. “Here’s your new mama,” he would scream, pushing the harlot onto the sofa next to me. Even then, I made little decorative hams out of paper. I had a dream.
Musings of a Decorative Ham Man By Chris Vitiello
The Greater Lankville Presenter of Certain Types of News is pleased to present a new series by 24-Piece Men GM and decorative ham magnate Chris Vitiello.

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One morning, after a pleasant fall of snow, I sent a letter to someone with whom I had decorative ham business (he was buying 10 hams for his daughter’s room). In my letter, I failed to mention the snow. The reply was amusing: “Do you suppose that I shall take any notice of what someone says who is so perverse that he writes a letter without a word of inquiry as to how I am enjoying the snow? I am disappointed in you.”
The author of that letter is now dead (he was mauled by cubs) but even after all these years, that trivial incident sticks hardily in my mind.







































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