You All Look Like Giant Cocks. Every Single One Of You.
(Via The Grumpy Brit.)
Why do people make these things? Really? I have no idea why people would willingly, enthusiastically want to look like giant, grade-A, 24-carat, nailed on fuckwits. Isn’t life hard enough without going out of your way to make people across the word look at you and think, ‘What a humongous bell-end. I’d sooner eat a crack baby than spend a millisecond in the company of that utter prat’?
If any of you are gearing up to make one of these for the summer, or perhaps you’re thinking ahead to Christmas, just remember that you are exactly what Bill Hicks had in mind:
By the way, if anyone here is in marketing or advertising…kill yourself. Thank you. Just planting seeds, planting seeds is all I’m doing. No joke here, really. Seriously, kill yourself, you have no rationalisation for what you do, you are Satan’s little helpers. Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself now. Now, back to the show. Seriously, I know the marketing people: ‘There’s gonna be a joke comin’ up.’ There’s no fuckin’ joke. Suck a tail pipe, hang yourself…borrow a pistol from an NRA buddy, do something…rid the world of your evil fuckin’ presence.