I created the sound of madnessSubmitted by w_t_a_y_s_t_r_m at 2009-02-21 20:44:27 EST
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That's a lie, but fuck it. Sometimes you just don't have a title.
I fucking hate adverts. These people basically get paid to ruin my TV watching experience. I don’t mind the odd one or two that are funny or interesting, but when you try to be funny and fuck it up to an epic degree, how the ever living hell did you get paid? Fuck these people. I don’t buy badly advertised shit just to make a point. Cravendale Milk costs twice the price and doesn’t support local farms (of which South East London isn’t exactly famous), but my god do they have good adverts. Why the hell wouldn’t I support them? It’s good, it works. Fuck them.
Now Distraction’s started. If you haven’t seen it, it’s a bunch of fucking idiots who don’t seem to understand the point of the show, which is to humiliate them and destroy any prizes they win.
Fuck them. Except this ones got a pretty cool stoner dude who doesn’t seem to be able read name tags or really understand where he is. And there’s an eight foot pumped motherfucker, who just fell to the ground when they shocked him. I think it just woke the stoner up. Now the pumped up pimp dude is crying.
My normal ratio with tobacco is 40/60. Tonight I’ve pretty much gone 75/25, hence me stumbling around blindly on the internet, because I ate all the sweets I had. Which were natural confectionary. Which have amazing adverts (“Bring on the trumpets”). Which is why I fucking brought them. Because I want to see more of those adverts.
But as I was saying, because I’ve been going higher and sober and totally relaxed, I’ve hit a comfortable mellow where I feel I can say whatever the fuck I want on here. Which I’ve pretty much done.
Except listen to Shinedown. They rock.
Now they’re towel whipping the stoner dude and he’s fucked. And the pimping asshole got eliminated for being shit.