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Believe it or not, writing for a humor website leaves me with a little bit of free time, which is why I spend upwards of 100 hours per week watching television. I’ve always been a “watch TV for the commercials” kind of guy, and I’ve noticed that lots of commercials are highlighting their products in terms of the current recession. From E-Trade to Domino’s, it seems that reminding people how hopelessly fucked their nest eggs are is a surefire way to make some sales, despite the fact that Domino’s has nothing to do with bailouts.
This could mean that we’ll be seeing all sorts of zany industries and markets relating their products to our current financial shit storm. I’ve written up some commercial transcripts, to give you an idea of what this might look like…
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Have you ever shared an infinitesimal moment with a stranger that you’ve still managed to hold on to with the greatest tenacity, despite its brevity? Did even a fleeting glimpse across a café leave you feeling tender in the cockles? Do you lie awake at night, wondering where you would be if only you had asked him/her out to lunch or even mustered up a “Hello”? I’ve had a few of these lost connections in the past, but rather than letting them disappear forever, I would like to use this opportunity to try to rekindle such timeless bonds. Read more…
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Hello, my name’s Sax, and I have a Facebook addiction.
Like oh so many of my Internet brethren, I spend far too much time on the ‘book. I don’t even know why, but dozens of times a day, I feel compelled to peruse the site. Sure I’m creepin’ pics a good deal of the time, but sometimes I’ll just go into a daze, staring blankly at status updates of people I don’t even remember. Five minutes later, I’ll do it again. I often find myself clicking on the Notifications button, Read more…
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Mondays are not unlike the crippled ginger love-child of Dane Cook and Carlos Mencia; they’re hated by everyone, and for good reason. Mondays are when we realize that we’re stuck with four more days of Debbie/Cathy/Carol/Eileen playing Sarah Maclachlan on adult alternative radio from her neighboring cubicle, gabbing it up with every other Debbie/Cathy/Carol/Eileen about American Idol when all you want is for her to waddle her fat clerical ass down to the supply cabinet and fetch you some paper clips, because you’ve got chains to make.
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