HASBRO’S BIG IDEA :(
Here’s another image we’ve had sitting around for ages.
It’s not laziness that’s been stopping us using this one. It’s the fact that every time we open it and look at it we get so sad and angry we have to go outside and kick a fence post for an hour until one of the neighbours comes out to ask if we’re OK. We tell them we’ve been looking at the Hasbro image again, and they understand.
filed in PROMOTIONAL IMAGES on Dec.28, 2009
December 28th, 2009 on 12:41 pm
The boy on the sofa is also a DJ.
December 28th, 2009 on 2:14 pm
White dickheads and a “make sure you get one that isn’t *too* black” token dickhead.
That was my edgy material. Hard to tell what side of the edge I landed on.
Why is she standing on the couch? Is the game so thrilling that it inspires random acts of couch hopping even when you aren’t playing?
Is simply being in the presence of someone subjected to the overwhelming ‘awesomeness’ of the experience enough to set off a chain reaction of WANK?
I have no answers for you.
December 29th, 2009 on 12:45 pm
Maybe she is related to Tom Cruise
December 29th, 2009 on 1:15 pm
I genuinely couldn’t put into words the deeply visceral rage that the existence of that woman makes me feel. Look at her. I mean, really *stare* at her. Ignore the others in the photo for a moment. Focus on her. Don’t take your eyes off her. Consider what she’s doing. That’s a real woman, you know. She has a name. She has a favourite film. It’s probably shite. She reads wanky women’s magazines. She wipes her arse. She reads “MSN Dating” whenever she logs in to her favourite obnoxious messenger service to talk to her obnoxious friends. She thought this sounded like a good idea. Her agent coaxed her into it.
“It’s worth a few bob, may as well. Not like work’s pouring in these days, is it? Might want to drop a size or two for it, though.”
She probably thought it’d be a bit of fun. Video games. Wii. Whee! Fun. Fuckfaced. She probably thought she’d look like Cat Deeley. No luck, love. She probably thought she’d be the one who gets to pretend she’s having fun playing some wanky poundshop motion sensor game. But no. She’s the one who stands on the couch. Waving her arm like fucking Napoleon after his victory at Austerlitz. Her friends might see it, y’know. “Ooh, Vicky’s a model, did you know that?” — they’ll be all impressed. It’ll sound impressive. Then they’ll see it.
They’ll see it, and they’ll feel my anger.
Fuck you, Vicky.
Fuck you. Scum.
December 29th, 2009 on 7:08 pm
Why is it spraying blue shit on his feet? It’s like they’re trying to sneak up on a Glade sense and spray and the prick who has to use elastic bands because he can’t tie his own fucking shoe-laces got caught.
December 29th, 2009 on 8:04 pm
FAO: ZORG
What’s with the lack of xmas fan fiction, eh? It’s late, is what it is. Sort it out, son.
December 29th, 2009 on 10:59 pm
Monophobia,
Tell me more about how she wipes her arse and we might be able to salvage something from the debacle.
December 30th, 2009 on 4:12 am
The way she is reaching with that right arm of hers, id say she wipes with the right arm