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(quiet ambient music, shots of people with strictly controlled hairstyles and funny outfits filling out paperwork and staring at computers)
Do you like taking shit from incompetents who know nothing about your job? Do you enjoy waiting and waiting and waiting? Do you like the idea of retiring at thirty-eight or forty-two and getting a second job while on a pension? Do you think it would be cool to get blown up playing Global Cop?
(big swelling music, drum & bass rhythms, some aircraft drop bombs on a building)
Join the USAF.

Millar (Millar), Tuesday, 13 May 2003 21:32 (twenty-two years ago)

holy crap thats effective, where do i sign up?

stevem (blueski), Tuesday, 13 May 2003 22:04 (twenty-two years ago)

meow meow meow meow
meow meow meow meow
meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow...

call Bantam Insurance today to make your claim

stevem (blueski), Tuesday, 13 May 2003 22:06 (twenty-two years ago)

Tired of getting sand kicked in your face?

Tired of your boss not respecting you?

Tired of ring around the collar?

Tired of tripping over the kids' toys?

Tired of that thing where you go to the bus stop five minutes early and it's five minutes late, but when you go five minutes late, it was five minutes early?

Drink Moxie, you whiny twit.

Tep (ktepi), Tuesday, 13 May 2003 22:15 (twenty-two years ago)

There isn't strong enough advertising anywhere on earth to get me to choke down that carbonated tar.

luna (luna.c), Tuesday, 13 May 2003 22:20 (twenty-two years ago)

(persuasive, I mean)

luna (luna.c), Tuesday, 13 May 2003 22:25 (twenty-two years ago)

You do Maine a grave disservice, luna.

Tep (ktepi), Tuesday, 13 May 2003 22:26 (twenty-two years ago)

You know I'm right.

luna (luna.c), Tuesday, 13 May 2003 22:30 (twenty-two years ago)

Right off your nut, maybe.

Tep (ktepi), Tuesday, 13 May 2003 22:37 (twenty-two years ago)

A'yuh.

Chris Barrus (Chris Barrus), Tuesday, 13 May 2003 22:39 (twenty-two years ago)

You hurt me in my no-fucking-way-not-gonna-happen-non-Moxie-drinking heart, Tep.

luna (luna.c), Tuesday, 13 May 2003 22:41 (twenty-two years ago)

Just after the adverts:

(Open up on shots of partying people in Ibiza. Channel 4 logo on right of screen. It fades off in that weird way after a few seconds. Cheesy trance music begins.)

ANNOYING VOOF VOICEOVER: New on Four!

(Cut to shot of people throwing other people into pools, pig ugly man with sopping wet gelled hair groping and snogging girl while her friends roar and squeal.)

VOICEOVER: It's back, and wilder than ever!

(Cut to shots of more people dancing, DJ in booth, people dancing in lots of foam, club reps walking in corridors.)

VOICEOVER: The party never stops...

(Cut to shots of more people dancing, ugly shaven headed man dressed in bikini, people wandering streets of San Marino (or whatever the hell it's called) going "wahey", etc.)

VOICEOVER: ...in Fuck Off And Read A Book 2003!

(Cut to shots of people dancing in foam, Haruki Murakami aiming a gun while holding it sideways and firing at club rep who stumbles away clutching his brains, woman sucking top of beer bottle as if it were penis, POV shot of Thomas Pynchon looking into a mirror and grinning while eels writhe on his hotel bed behind him.)

VOICEOVER: Entertain yourself in a better way than gawping passively at a bunch of fuckwits who couldn't care less about music and instead only concern themselves with drugs and getting a feel off some bird's jugs!

(Shots of tanks rolling across beach, firing indiscrimantly (sp) at terrified holidaymakers. Top of tank's hatch opens up, out of which a baby in military uniform pops out, barking orders through a megaphone. Gawky skinny bloke with wide eyes flails his arms. Boy George giggles. Donna Tartt stumbles across mountain tops with her arms and legs strapped inside long hollow metal poles fitted with wheels.)

VOICEOVER: Fuck Off And Read A Book 2003 - the party starts here!

(Cut to shot of Ibiza skyline, Channel 4 logo fades in and programme info smoothly slides in from right. Cheesy trance reaches crescendo and ends. Hold and fade out.)

Chriddof (Chriddof), Tuesday, 13 May 2003 22:42 (twenty-two years ago)

Disclaimer: I don't hate dance music, I just hate those sodding "Club Rep" telly programmes.

Chriddof (Chriddof), Tuesday, 13 May 2003 22:46 (twenty-two years ago)

You hurt me in my no-fucking-way-not-gonna-happen-non-Moxie-drinking heart, Tep.

Moxie's a nerve tonic, too. It'd heal that right up!

Tep (ktepi), Tuesday, 13 May 2003 22:46 (twenty-two years ago)

pint o' Murphy's chriddof? ;)

stevem (blueski), Tuesday, 13 May 2003 22:50 (twenty-two years ago)

foiled again

luna (luna.c), Tuesday, 13 May 2003 22:52 (twenty-two years ago)

does Moxie cause gigantism?

stevem (blueski), Tuesday, 13 May 2003 22:59 (twenty-two years ago)

*chokes with giggles reading Chriddof's post*

suzy (suzy), Tuesday, 13 May 2003 22:59 (twenty-two years ago)

yes, more please!

stevem (blueski), Wednesday, 14 May 2003 11:54 (twenty-two years ago)

(down-tempo bass-pumping feel-good vaguely hip-hoppish beat)

*a good-looking tall white man wearing sunglasses smiles seductively at a very good-looking tall white woman with white-people dreadlocks*

*they move in slow-motion towards each other through a crowd of people moving about in regular time*

*they reach their hands forward until their fingers barely touch*

(down-tempo groove stops, break to ambient wind noises)

*the real-time crowd comes to a complete stop, frozen, as the couple pull each other into an embrace in real-time*

*close up of LEVI'S logo on their well-toned asses*

(down-tempo groove starts back again as the two walk away in real-time through the crowd still on 'pause' mode)

nickalicious (nickalicious), Wednesday, 14 May 2003 14:50 (twenty-two years ago)

"Hey guys, want to attract super-sexy arty upper middle class chixors?" (Picture of Kate fondling an Oscillator/Vibrator/Harmonic Generator/Orgone Accumulator) EXPERIENCE THE ST.CLAIRE EFFECT WITH THIS NEW WIDGET!!!

Wait, sorry... wrong thread!!!

kate, Wednesday, 14 May 2003 14:52 (twenty-two years ago)

Bored looking man stands on corner watching the traffic lights change.
Man in business suit walks by, bumps into bored guy.
BG: "Hey fuck you!"
Suit: "No FUCK you"
BG: "That doesn't even make sense, you twat."

V/O: There's no subsitute for a liberal arts degree.

Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Wednesday, 14 May 2003 17:23 (twenty-two years ago)


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