I was assigned a 60 second radio commercial for my class. Nothing is more fitting than me creating an ad for Chobani Greek Yogurt. Why is that fitting? Well, I love Chobani a lot. I mean a lot. Here's my ad:
Chobani Ad
Random musings of comic genius/african-american icon Mike Gursky. VERY erotic
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Chobani Radio Ad
I was assigned a 60 second radio commercial for my class. Nothing is more fitting than me creating an ad for Chobani Greek Yogurt. Why is that fitting? Well, I love Chobani a lot. I mean a lot. Here's my ad:
Chobani Ad
Monday, October 1, 2012
Scarecrow Diaries
Monday, October 1st,
Scarecrow life isn't all it's cracked up to be. It's glamorized in the media. People believe it to be lavish, and top-shelf. They just can't even begin to understand the real horrors.
Everyday my inner shame eats away at me more and more. I have to wake up every morning and face the unavoidable truth - I don't have a penis. There's just straw inside of me, and a gaping space where genitals should be. It's totally messed up. Worst part is, I'm still attracted to stuff. I see a hot scarecrow girl, and I'm like "My goodness baby girl." Then I realize I don't have a penis to put inside of her, which is the entire idea behind life itself.
PEOPLE DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE. I don't have a weiner! You hear that God?! You made me of straw and didn't construct a penis to at least make me look proportionate. I'll ignore the fact that I wanna have the sex for just a second and emphasize this point. Do you understand how weird it looks having two bulging, handsome muscular legs and no dong between them? It's like, you could have at least given me some balls dude. Some big old, dangling testicles. Screw the cock. Maybe some manliness could be detected via a ballbag. You couldn't even do that for me. Wow.
Honestly, I'd rather have a rash or be in a cult or something also bad at this point. At least then I'd have some manhood pained into me. Immensely hairy and smelly manhood, but manhood nonetheless. Peace y'all.
Scarecrow life isn't all it's cracked up to be. It's glamorized in the media. People believe it to be lavish, and top-shelf. They just can't even begin to understand the real horrors.
Everyday my inner shame eats away at me more and more. I have to wake up every morning and face the unavoidable truth - I don't have a penis. There's just straw inside of me, and a gaping space where genitals should be. It's totally messed up. Worst part is, I'm still attracted to stuff. I see a hot scarecrow girl, and I'm like "My goodness baby girl." Then I realize I don't have a penis to put inside of her, which is the entire idea behind life itself.
PEOPLE DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE. I don't have a weiner! You hear that God?! You made me of straw and didn't construct a penis to at least make me look proportionate. I'll ignore the fact that I wanna have the sex for just a second and emphasize this point. Do you understand how weird it looks having two bulging, handsome muscular legs and no dong between them? It's like, you could have at least given me some balls dude. Some big old, dangling testicles. Screw the cock. Maybe some manliness could be detected via a ballbag. You couldn't even do that for me. Wow.
Honestly, I'd rather have a rash or be in a cult or something also bad at this point. At least then I'd have some manhood pained into me. Immensely hairy and smelly manhood, but manhood nonetheless. Peace y'all.
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