“VINTAGE SEGA DREAMCAST PROMOTIONAL TOWEL – BLUE”
Someone else is having a coming-of-age eBay sale. Mr “Funky Dung” had access to quite a range of promotional merchandise, it would seem. Or just lots of money to throw at import shops.
He no longer wants to continue carrying this very absorbent-looking Dreamcast towel about with him every time he moves house.
He also has an “MTV ‘The Lick’ & Dreamcast crossover t-shirt from when Sega tried and failed to make Dreamcast hip” up for grabs. Good luck.
filed in "NEWS" on Mar.09, 2011
March 9th, 2011 on 4:22 pm
Keeping these ones to yourself then, eh?
Nothing in Tweed=I’m out.
March 9th, 2011 on 8:22 pm
This looks to be in quite good condition, it’s probably only got a few of the previous owner’s pubic hairs caught in it.
Are there any Playstation towels out there? I could definitely use one of those to dry off the undercarriage after a shower.
March 10th, 2011 on 9:07 pm
Oi Zorg, This had better not be the front page for the weekend. I don’t want this image to keep cropping up in my temp files, for I too am trying to unburden myself of the ephemera of a misspent youth.
That said, I like this image on the front page. It’s very welcoming, sort of like a UK:R doormat, except that wiping your feet on it would be sacrilege punishable by public (internet) hanging.
You’d better not be on holiday or something like that, because it’s just not on.
The Tesco’s near me had to close for about a week for refurbishment, and during this interim, the entire local population went uterly apeshit. There was literally panic and confusion on the streets (admittedly the streets involved were those directly outside the shop), because people (a few old ladies) had just become so dependent on the two-striped giant that they didn’t how else they would eat without Mr. T’s big hand of commerce there to stuff their gobs full of branded feed.
If that’s what Tesco’s does when it stops chugging its humongous engine, imagine the repercussions of a world without UK:R, even for one weekend?
Have some humanity, man! Won’t somebody think of the children?