copyranter
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About Me

- Name: copyranter
- Location: New York, New York
The Best Fucking Ad Blogger in the World™——now writing for BuzzFeed.com. I have been an NYC advertising copywriter for 19 years. I hate capri pants. Also: advertising, PR, midtown, the Upper East Side, the Upper West Side, going to Brooklyn, NYC realtors, New York City, fake blondes, real blondes, saline implants, silicone implants, Civil War enthusiasts, Republicans, Democrats, Liberals, Conservatives, fireworks, parades, Summer, Winter, greeting cards, stuffed animals, children's drawings, religions, personal trainers, golf, golf courses, golfers, polo shirts, turtlenecks, scarves, The Yankees, Yankee fans, mooks, Streeters, iBankers, the Hamptons, Hoboken, Chicago, Texas, Florida, people who don't know how to walk in NYC, whistling, Moby, TV, Radio, Magazines, Newspapers, stand-up comedy, Improv comedy, sketch comedy, "alt" comedy, Readings, poetry slams, SUVs, PCs, drinking straws, weddings, Brunch, fondue fountains, chick peas, Starbucks coffee, journalists, screenwriters (dicks), short men (Napoleon Complexed turds), Scrabble®, people who don't hate anything. I probably at least don't care for you.
Previous Posts
- What The Marketing Director of Deutsche Bank Jerks...
- Bail Bonds Advertising.
- Car Dealer Advertising Is A Gift From Satan.
- 6-23-06
- LIVE GREASY (it's Friday).
- Meet John Dowd. Banker. Founding Father.
- HP. Huckster Plagiarism?
- DEAD BULL: Victorious Matador.
- Dandruff Shampoo Puts Dandruff-Like Squiggles In M...
- I FUCKING HATE CLOGS.


8 Comments:
Gosh I want your job.
That's our new laser pointer for meetings.
"Stop Chewing on the Laser Pointer, MTLB!"
Ever seen a deviation of tug o' war with a laser pointer?
You put a cock ring at its mid-point and... well, you get the idea.
As the anon poster who's mission here is to turn everything pornographic and inject a bit of Ron Jeremy everywhere possible, much as he himself does, I feel slightly let down that this particular posting, plainly pornographic and pokingly funny, reserves no room for my usual insightful, poetically penchant prose.
Should this ever be the the case again, I, cursed with a hunger no less deep than that of a rebel gang of teens armed with spray cans and too much free time, will be forced to tag the virtual cement of this blog with details of how I shave the underside of my nut sac.
Bravo, anon. Keep it cumming.
David, just make sure you wipe it off when you’re done.
;-p
A friend turned me onto you less than 30 minutes ago and now I love you so much I can't even stand it. It is that whole pleasure/pain thing. Just like the image with this post.
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