DEFINITELY NOT A SOFT DRINK (AKA, HOW LOGO CAN YOU GO-GO)
If I can briefly interject with an item from the "Oh, By The Way . . ." files, I saw perhaps the strangest t-shirt ever the other day.
I'm sure we've all seen (way too many) t-shirts that riff on the "Enjoy Coke" logo & phrasing. The Coke icon is . . . well, iconic. And the "Enjoy . . ." campaign is at least as old as I am.
(Which ain't young.)
I've seen "Enjoy Cocaine," and many others that don't spring to mind. But a couple days ago, right in front of my office in midtown Manhattan, I saw a new one. Walking with two teenage girls was a young guy, probably about 18. A "normal" looking tourist, strolling about Manhattan in all his corn-fed, blond-haired glory. Basically, a kid just like the other 34,000,000 frat boys wearing t-shirts throughout our great land this summer.
Except this one wore a t-shirt that read, "Enjoy My Large Cock."
I was too shocked to laugh. I'm laughing now -- cause it's fucking funny. But at that moment, my mouth was agape so wide . . . well, in theory at least.
I'm sure we've all seen (way too many) t-shirts that riff on the "Enjoy Coke" logo & phrasing. The Coke icon is . . . well, iconic. And the "Enjoy . . ." campaign is at least as old as I am.
(Which ain't young.)
I've seen "Enjoy Cocaine," and many others that don't spring to mind. But a couple days ago, right in front of my office in midtown Manhattan, I saw a new one. Walking with two teenage girls was a young guy, probably about 18. A "normal" looking tourist, strolling about Manhattan in all his corn-fed, blond-haired glory. Basically, a kid just like the other 34,000,000 frat boys wearing t-shirts throughout our great land this summer.
Except this one wore a t-shirt that read, "Enjoy My Large Cock."
I was too shocked to laugh. I'm laughing now -- cause it's fucking funny. But at that moment, my mouth was agape so wide . . . well, in theory at least.
Labels: I'm Not Curmugeonly Or Cranky, Just Shocked, Not That There's Anything Wrong With It
posted by Mike at 8:19 AM
7 Comments:
That's possibly the best t-shirt ever. Where can Rickey obtain one?
This is the cock he's referring to.
Click the center video to see.
http://www.tomboy-films.co.uk/virals/
Gulp.
You know he probably bought the shirt three months ago and has been saving it for his trip to the Big City.
Boy would I never wear a shirt like that. In fact that sort of thing is why I think of myself as conservative. Or traditionalist. Or something like that.
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OT, but I think you'll like this one Mike. If you want me to stop thread crapping you just say so.
"NASA supervisors approved launches despite advice from agency physicians, called flight surgeons, that shuttle astronauts were unfit to fly...Two of the occasions involved warnings from flight surgeons and fellow astronauts that a crew member was drunk..."
That's right. Apparently in addition to stalking people across the country in diapers and whatnot at least some of our astronaut corps have been getting snot-slinging drunk immediately prior to space shuttle launches and the flight safety folks have been saying 'meh, NBD'.
Close enough for government work I guess.
Remember this one next time I'm saying the government is incompetent to do anything well, anything short of killing people and blowing shit up that is.
Next in our local round-up we have this little gem.
The short version is the Pasadena (an adjacent city to Houston, sort of like New Jersey to NYers I guess) police arrested some guy for public intoxication, a guy that died in jail an hour later. Happens when you beat the shit out of someone but hey, normally nobody sees it so what the hell. He, you know, "resisted" arrest, plus he "tripped" and "injured himself".
Only this time a lady and her husband drove up near the scene and sat in their car and watched for a couple of minutes as the police beat the shit out of this guy while he was handcuffed and laying immobile on the ground.
When the police saw them and started towards them they fled, but instead of running home they went a few blocks away and called 911 and reported the police were beating the crap out of a guy laying on the ground. The 911 responder told them they couldn't do anything.
That was the story yesterday. Today we learn that the guy was released from jail at 1am - an hour before the incident- with like 60 cents in his possession. And it is illegal to sell alcohol after 1am, and liquor stores close at 10pm.
So apparently this poor sod managed to get released from jail at 1am with 60 cents in his pocket, go out and get drunk enough within one hour to have the police arrest him for PI, then resist arrest and get beat to death. Pretty good effort for one hour and with only 60 cents - AND after legal booze selling hours.
Too bad he isn't an astronaut. He could be getting a medal of freedom or something like that.
Remember this one when I'm rolling my eyes about DOJ firing political appointees and what a shocking scandal that is.
I never wear a shirt like that.
Nor I. But not because of tradition or anything like that. It's because I believe in truth-in-advertising.
My metaphysics final at Rutgers was tough, and we were all concentrating pretty hard. This frat dude walked in about 20 minutes late wearing a shirt that said, "I AM THE MAN FROM NANTUCKET." There's probably some lesson to be found in the fact that the same people who would take that particular class all fell out of their chairs laughing, but darned if I know what it is.
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