Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Gimme all yo' money!

It's really late, it's really dark, and I'm really tired. What is the last thing I really want to see out of the corner of my eye outside my taxicab window while driving through a sketchy neighborhood?

I don't need to be epileptic to suffer shock from a videogame, or its ad. Thanks a lot, GTA.

The only thing I hate more in life than shitty ads for shitty products (see: Journeyman), are life-sized cardboard cutouts. They scare the sweet bejesus out of me.

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