Irony ruined everything. I wish my movies could have played at drive-ins, but they never did, because of irony. Even the best exploitation movies were never meant to be `so bad they were good`. They were not made for the intelligentsia. They were made to be violent for real, or to be sexy for real. But now everybody has irony. Even horror films now are ironic. Everybody`s in on the joke now. Everybody`s hip. Nobody takes anything at face value anymore.
“Listen up, brotha! No tomb can hold Christ the Destroyer! After three days, I am BACK! And I’m looking at YOU, Ultimate Warrior! I’m comin’ for ya! You’d better say your prayers and eat your vitamins, because there’s no hiding from The Lord of the Ring! YOU. ME. WRESTLEMANIA. STEEL CAGE. It’s ON, brotha! OOOHHHH YEAHHHH! WOOOOO!”
(submitted by Michael Obeiter)
Let’s not beat around the bush here…
OR SHALL WE?!
Why the fuck is she cuddling with Tampax at what appears to be a pool that is also the ocean?
I want a tampon commercial where the women are fighting zombies or some shit.
And they’re all beat up and bloody and shoving tampons into bullet wounds to stop the bleeding.
And I want one of the ladies to full-on decapitate a zombie with a machete or maybe a scythe.
And then I want her to look directly into the camera with blood running from an open wound on her forehead and say,
“For the fighting spirit.”
^ That commercial would win all of the Oscars.
That commercial would make more sense that all this faffing about through the fields of daisies and cuddling your fucking tampons bullshit…
What are you talking about?
I sit by the pool/ocean cuddle my tampons all the fucking time.
Who wants to start a tampon company with me just so we can make that commercial?
What would it be called, Tampocalypse? I’d be game if it were called Tampocalypse.
reblogging for the priceless notes
FOR THE FIGHTING SPIRIT.
Well periods aren’t all ‘Let me parade around in my motherfucking white bikini at the beach and shake my ass around in front of the hot boys while snuggling my tampon box”
IT’S LITERALLY A BLOOD BATH!!
IT’S A WAR!
IF YOU GET IN MY WAY, FUCKER I WILL KNOCK YOU THE FUCK OUT!
Reblogging for the comments
this is the best chain of comments ever. period.
can I be a shareholder?
Lesser Ury, Rainy Day in London (1926)
“Lesser Ury (November 7, 1861 – October 18, 1931) was a German Impressionist painter and printmaker, associated with the Düsseldorf school of painting. He was born Leo Lesser Ury in Birnbaum, the son of a baker whose death in 1872 was followed by the Ury family’s move to Berlin. In 1878 Lesser left school to apprentice with a tradesman, and the next year he went to Düsseldorf to study painting at the Kunstakademie. Ury spent time in Brussels, Paris, Stuttgart, and other locations, before returning to Berlin in 1887.” - Wikipedia
I think his way of dealing with fear was to make fun of it, to taunt it. - Dennis Stock.
But Confucius has answered them with the final whistle, it’s all over. Germany, having trounced England’s famous midfield trio of Bentham, Locke and Hobbes in the semi-final, have been beaten by the odd goal.
Maybe my favorite Monty Python sketch ever. And Marx is claiming it was offside.
I like it because Marx’s argument is clearly rooted in the actually material conditions of the game.