Thursday, November 09, 2006

The Balvenie Weenie®. Middle notes of figs and peat, a vinegar bottom, and the overwhelming stench of scrotum sweat.

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I've noticed, my mouthless douchy ad icon friend. Same Wholesale Liquidators white boxers too, right? Same Hamburger and/or Tuna Helper® and same porn every night. Same fruitless pickup lines. Same Brylcreem. Same hope that your Mommy will die some day soon so's that you can collect that insurance policy and pretend to be an asshole i-banker for a couple of sweet wondrous months and maybe, just maybe, have sex with something besides your little ugly right drinking hand.
previous Balvenie Weenie® posts:
6. Balvenie Weenie® asks for it.
5. Balvenie Weenie® brings his A Game.
4. out again with the Balvenie Weenie®.
3. Balvenie Weenie® motto.
2. Balvenie Weenie®, Cinco de Mayo edition.
1. Balvenie Weenie®.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Van Der Ranter:
did you see this?

2006 Night of the Living Dead: An Exhibition of Ads That Won't Die ...

3:15 PM  
Blogger copyranter said...

shadow, I've oft said it: I don't like hanging out with other ad people. ever.

but, thanks.

9:09 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm LMAO, but dear me the bitterness has me a concerned. You okay or has advertising fucked your happy DNA?

11:15 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey, don't try and change him. copyranter's just fine with that ever-present black cloud.

11:59 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Fish - you are so right. It is good that Ranter owns the mantle of bitterness. I'm getting too old to maintain it 24/7. (I take the weekends off...)

3:36 PM  

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