“I can’t look down on the commercial sponsors of these broadcasts,” he told CBS in 1988. “Too often they have very, very important messages to put across. Without advertising in this country, my goodness, we’d still be in this country what Russia mostly still is: a nation of bearded cyclists with b.o.”
Here comes the rest of the story.
I always loved the sound of that guy’s voice. They’re all gone now.
I love Trix and Kix and Wheaties, and now that General Mills is bringing back Retro Cereal Boxes, I’ll have to buy some. But I have been addicted to Fiber One Honey Clusters for some time, and don’t see myself binding up for a silly rabbit any time soon.
I think it’s Russian for “Pull My Finger.”
I’m at the age where it’s evident I’m never going to make enough money to get a pretty girl, but if I save my pennies, I may be able to get a pretty car.
I’m also at the age where they’d do better to use cars to sell girls than the other way around.
Someone was telling me I was cool the other day. They were wrong. How do I know this? Because I think Lego Concentration Camps and dolls you can shave are really fucking weird. And apparently, they’re cool. I would, however, totally put this in me.
I’m going to plug this into my alarm clock so I can get out of bed.
The next time I stroll in to Criminal Records to get my monthly dose of Bendis and slacker irony.
Wired Magazine gets the scoop on the Secret Lives of Comic Store Employees.
Music performed in sexy places, by skinny boys, surrounded by the girls that love them.
And how many do I have to take for 38 years?
Another fantastic example of “you get what you pay for,” unless you’re talking about women.
It appears as though U2′s Spider-Man Musical is not dead. Yet.
Last year’s package with the Sienkiewicz art was awesome. But this year’s makes me want to roll over my Asteroids counter.
And taken on its own, Zack Snyder’s “Watchmen” is a profound work of art, a beautiful, deliriously weird, meditative spin on a genre that is as American as jazz.
I’m a little suspect of such a glowing review. Especially when the banner ad is for the movie.
Now I have to get all my pet monkeys on the black market. Thanks, Obama.
I’m not a huge mayo fan. Mostly, I find it to be the crutch of a bad cook or the blanket of low-quality ingredients. And the foodstuff of hillbillies. But this may have some uses.
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My first job out of college was working on a local morning show as an associate producer. I had originally wanted to be the next Ted Koppel, but the news director explained that those days were over, and that I was too ugly to be a news anchor. As it turns out, I am also not nearly coordinated enough either.
Almost the exclusive recipe for nuptial bliss: booze + people who clearly belong together.
It looks like talk radio turned out to be right. Or else the one true God has got one wicked sense of irony. Please don’t fatwah me.
I’m a little disgusted and a lot aroused by Alie and her enthusiasm for The McNuggetini.
Do you have a mic on your computer? Then you need to click here.
Alcohol and Valentines’ Day go together like alcohol and… Valentines’ Day. Like my last girlfriend explained to me, she’d never had been with me in the first place if she didn’t have a drinking problem! So in the spirit of helping others on this day dedicated to making me sick to my stomach, I’ll be infusing some Skittles Vodka!
Pre-Watchmen characters based on one panel in the comic becomes basis for Final Fight-style side scroller. W007!
I wonder if british chicks think a British accent is hot. Maybe. That must be how Alfie Patten, 13, becomes father of baby girl Maisie with girlfriend Chantelle Steadman, 15. That, and the fact that he looks like he’s six.
Chunky. Please, please, please let it be chunky.
No, that’s not a setup for a “that’s what she said.” It’s an epiphany. You know, words like “downturn” and “recession” and “selling plasma” don’t really mean much until it affects you personally. And this little piece really hits home. Jaqbo Bakery & Cafe is closing. Honestly, now that i think about it, it’s a wonder it lasted as long as it did. A staple of the tech boom ’90′s, you would be hard pressed to find a more douchebag-filled eatery, knoshing down very pricey, but very tasty over-stuffed sandwiches and delicious little crumpets and macaroons. I went there for lunch today, only to discover that come Saturday, it’s turning into a pizza joint. So I had one last Chicken Jaqbo sandwich, and got a big slice of bacon quiche for later. I thought Obama was supposed to keep shit like this from happening. Your stimulus is too late… too late.
You know, Quentin, sometimes I think you may just be a fluke.