Thursday, 10 November 2011
Bing Crosby is Rolling Over In His Grave
The manikin in the suit sitting on the star looks like he's taking a dump. The girl on the flying pegasus unicorn pony looks like she is having some kind of sexual experience, and ohmygod, is that horse sh*tting pink light out its ass? What in the hell was their marketing department thinking? Guys, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas was not meant to be used as a handbook. Lay off the mescaline and for God's sake put down that bottle of ether.
Bing Crosby must be rolling over in his grave right now. I bet the geeks in Arnott's marketing department were wasted off their butts in the board room, singing:
Would you like to sh*t on a star
carry moonbeams home in a jar
and be better off than you are
or would you rather be a flying pegasus unicorn pony?
A flying pegasus unicorn pony is an animal with a girl on his back
he's got pink lightning shooting out his crack
His back is brawny but his brain is weak
he shops at Topman twice a week
and by the way if you hate to go to school
You may grow up to be a Topshop fool.
(with apologies to Bing Crosby)