Rad vid
I'm not sure if working in the ad world is a prerequisite for finding
this funny but it made me fucking weep with laughter.
Maybe because I once had a boss/failed artist/functioning alcoholic who'd throw staplers against the edit bay wall if the music in my promos didn't drop out "clean like Noguchi."
Whatever that meant.
I always just assumed she was busting an old school Beastie Boys rhyme, but now that I think about it, she probably meant something else.
this funny but it made me fucking weep with laughter.
Maybe because I once had a boss/failed artist/functioning alcoholic who'd throw staplers against the edit bay wall if the music in my promos didn't drop out "clean like Noguchi."
Whatever that meant.
I always just assumed she was busting an old school Beastie Boys rhyme, but now that I think about it, she probably meant something else.
posted by forksplit at 1:50 PM
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Would the BB rhyme have been: "Clean like Noguchi / Smooth like Stanley Tucci / Been passed over so many times they call me Susan Lucci"?
Not a prerequisite, you just people sending you stuff as warped as your sense of humor.
;-p
I freelanced for one dude who was literally hot-cold like that. One second, everything was fine, we’re talking like best buds. Next thing I know he’s throwing stuff across the room because someone was late coming back from lunch.
Yeah, everything drops pretty clean whenever I eat Noguchi, so maybe that's what she meant.
Everyone who's had an asshole boss who thought they'd be Van Gough and ended up in working on ad campaigns for Charmin can relate.
Cause i'm an asshole like taht i looked it up he was an asian man who climbed mountains and sponsered mountain clean up projects...what a fucking obscure reference
Guy taking a shit kills his wife by knocking her in the head with the stupid door -
It was one of those shits you wish you could take a picture of and send to your friends. Born of coffee and beer and cigarettes and chicken wings and the croissant you had at 11 and the chili you had last night; it was perfect. I took a drag off the one-hitter...
WHAM! The door flies open BAM right in the fucking forehead. Fucking drunk bitch. I kick the door closed. I hear her hit the wall. Doh... Just a sound. A small sound. A sound like she'd fallen. Like a body hitting a wall. And then a sigh.
Fucking bitch. We'd been out drinking. Together, then apart, then together again. It'd been okay until the cab ride home. It'd been a little belligerent. Not bad, though. Shit, I thought she'd just go to sleep. That's when BAM she hit me with the fucking door. Ow. I'd kicked back. Man. I was taking a shit for God's sake and I was fucking stoned. That’s what they don’t get, you know? I mean, I wasn’t even mad at her. I just wanted her to go to sleep.
She fell. She sighed. I swear to you it was the most convincing sound you've ever heard. It was like, “I’m done with this, man.” I expected her to pull herself up, cuss me, and stumble toward the bed; she'd yell at me for not helping her and I’d be stoned...
I laughed when I heard her sigh. It was the sound that everything’s okay. I wiped my ass. And washed my hands.
WTF is Guts up there talking about?
My boss is kind of like the video, if you mix in Mussolini.
Happy New Year Forksplit! Goddamn it's 2008!
i'm going through withdrawls... need more forksplit...
You suck Guts! Go post on your own blog you douche.
And I miss you Fork!
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