So here's this dude in the LA Times who writes:
I am a recovering screenwriter who is now a novelist. By the time I got around to my first book, the movie business had been picked clean like a turkey the day after Thanksgiving. I took a short lateral step and set my novel "The Bones" in the world of sitcoms and stand-up comedy. After exploring shtick and its variegated dysfunctions, I found myself wanting to write about people who make an honest living. This is why I've set my next novel in the world of prostitution.Get it? Did you see what he did there? Fuck you too, buddy. At least the Thanksgiving-turkey metaphor lends a welcome consistent unfreshness to the paragraph as a whole.