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Yeah, like if you don't want to wear a suit then take it off now, don't spend fifty years of your life as a fucking slave and then doff the thing as some bogus 'reward' at the end of it, man. I mean what is this, the Roman Empire?
Me and my mate saw that advert before we watched Interstella 5555 and we both just cringed. I mean, (a), because what self-respecting person has dreams of buying a suit for crying out loud? Don't get me wrong, I can be quite a dapper fellow, in fact I've even been called foppish at times, and I understand the allure of fine clothing, but just 'a suit'? That's his only dream? Sad. And, (b) because it's a fifty-year-old naked man running around, ten-foot high, in glorious technicolour. I do not go to the cinema to watch the wobbly arses of naked fifty-year-old men, dammit.
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