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.
I offer a free public service: Whenever anyone has problems with trapped gas they can simply text me at 212-555-COCK. I'll make an outcall to wherever you happen to be and give you a hearty, healthy ball-slappin' and gas-relievin' butt fuck.
No need to thank me. I was raised in a household where we were taught to give back to the community.
Clarence the Guardian Angel turns out to be less of a guardian and more of a "fallen angel". Poor George is now a rough trick. It's a wonderful life, indeed!
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Ha! This is the same position I take when my boss fucks me in the bathroom.
I offer a free public service: Whenever anyone has problems with trapped gas they can simply text me at 212-555-COCK. I'll make an outcall to wherever you happen to be and give you a hearty, healthy ball-slappin' and gas-relievin' butt fuck.
No need to thank me. I was raised in a household where we were taught to give back to the community.
Clarence the Guardian Angel turns out to be less of a guardian and more of a "fallen angel". Poor George is now a rough trick. It's a wonderful life, indeed!
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