Tuesday, December 01, 2015
Gone Commercial
Two Males Fathom It Inside the Golden Ring
-We don’t hafta talk like this!
-You mean like an endless loop of a brainless
TV commercial?
-Oh I’m so EXCITED! To think that a PRODUCT...!
-Was it ingested, applied, or shoved up your ass?
-All three at once! Then one rides off in a SEXFIRE-8!
-We can escape. Our wives did.
-Left with men sans vocabulary.
-They’ll see the light!
-They don’t want the light. Not what they wanted.
What they ever want.
-But, we’re clever!-–within the limits of the perpetual
commercial we’re locked into, of course.
-If we stay here, we’ll receive other women.
-Approved ones?
-What else?
-But you get tired of hearing the bullshit repeated and
amplified by them!
-I thought they were all Feminists, and therefore...
-That died. MONEY too against it.
-We’ll just leave. Defy tradition!
-Oops! I better get this call. Oh, just a text. “Don’t even
THINK about it!”
-We MUST stay?
-Oh well, there’ll be other and greater commercials.
And funnier!
-Can’t wait? Uh, can I wait?
-We both can and must, and we’ll be loved for it!
-By women?
-A succession, and as sexy as products!
Labels: commercial, commercial trap, feminism, product, sexy ad, TV, TV commercial
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Yet Another Take on Modern Life
Commercial Director
-Get me the ugly little broad with
the enormous ass!
-Again?
-I like her! Doesn't turn all Betsy-Wetsy
when I scream.
-Do you care about the product this time?
-Never. All the same.
-Well, some background anyway: Whole Body
Makeup applied with a shovel. She punches
men before she discovers it, then gets all
fluttery-buttery and flirtsy-wirtsy after.
-Another Commercial Miracle!
-That latter part softens her image, though.
Her agent might not like...
-Hey! Like, dislike! That's the old rhetoric!
Each person a circus today.
-And if Madame Za-Longa is shot from the
canon and freezes mid-air?
-Crank her to the target or we all starve!
Labels: Circus, cynicism, language, modern life, TV, TV commercial
Sunday, December 12, 2010
The Director and the Writer
-Jesus H. Christ falling off a bicycle! Full sized SUV under Christmas Tree, and then Mr Dickless Dude drives it through the house and out onto the roadway. Let’s pause a moment
to honor the true paucity of imagination exhibited here!
-I’m the writer exhibiting such. Can‘t you do it?
Is that the problem?
-Not in the least. Just a little electronic shrinkage necessary.
-Well, you’re the expert.
-Excuse...?
-Morocco?
-Oh that was definitely in another country, and besides the wrench is bent.
-Shall we share a libation later?
-Not on your biography! The women have readmitted me.
Labels: TV commercial
