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It actually IS my birthday today, and when the first thing I read on Videogum is this post, that means this day has peaked. Thanks, VG. Don and I are going back to bed now.
Soylent Green is literally people!
Aw, man!! I get too busy to lurk and I miss the big party. Any other LA monsters who can rep the westside? I’m not creepy in person, I promise.
I like to imagine this video producer has gone on to even longer and much crazier ad campaigns…
The intro with the world’s creepiest gloves led me to believe this video was going to be a whole lot worse than it actually is… Smoking? Big deal! I was expecting her to dissect a Cabbage Patch doll or something.
Pigeon: “Stupid lamp…”
I think it’s the same guy who narrated Anchorman. Which really brings these “ads” full circle for me, actually.
Yikes! I am TOTALLY flashing back to grade school…
Well, I love you Monsters anyway! And congrats to Mr. Hausfrau!!
*sigh* that was my thought, yes. crawling back into hole now! WITH precioustini, mind you.
Heavy cream? Nnnggghh. I knew I should have topped it off with father’s semen.
So sad to see what 30 years of speed has done to Courtney Love.
Sandra Lee makes Goop seem useful.
Now please excuse me–I’m going to slip my boyfriend a tipple.
He’s not just your boyfriend. He’s the guy who took your virginity in ’93 in the back of his Bronco after too much Zima.
“No, I don’t need to see the pictures of black people in your wallet…”
Wait… Kevin Smith was treated poorly by angry, underpaid “douchey” workers?
Mind Torpid Vortex
Biggie Smalls… Biggie Smalls… Biggie Smalls
They worship a giant black anus, Lord Of The Brown Rings!? There’s a King Kong/Peter Jackson joke in there somewhere, but it’s Friday and I’m too tired to find it.
I blame Joaquin.
Been done and it “airs” every time there’s a concert at the Hollywood Bowl:
I’m drawing dollar signs on all my panties right now. I’d totally forgotten why God gave me a vagina.
First 3 lines sound like a Dr. Seuss story. Which is actually kind of brilliant–I’ll buy the Kush next if I know it’s the gift of choice in Whoville.
Forget Times Square! My dream is to avoid national ridicule via YouTube. So far it’s working…