First of all, I need to start working better, harder, faster and stronger to start creating work of this caliber. I mean, cheap sex jokes are one thing, but actually working them into the copy in a meaningful way? Well done, sir. I will say, though, that I'm quite disappointed Mr. Wanket isn't wearing an overcoat in his headshot. That's OK, though. I'm sure he's not wearing any pants.
Also, did anybody else notice that Mr. Wanket's copywriter (aka his right-hand man) felt the need to capitalize "Real Estate Masturbation?" Is that a real term? What does is mean? Can houses arouse themselves to the point of blowing something out of their chimney and shaking uncontrollably?
If there is, I can't find any videos of it on the internet. Too bad, really. That shit sounds HOT.
You've probably seen this. I hadn't. This is right up my comedic alley. Best touch? "France likes this."
As many creatives are, I tend to carry around a healthy amount of self-loathing, fear, paranoia and self-doubt with me on a day to day basis. That's why this little gem from VirusComix's amazing Subnormality comic strip struck a chord with me.
Those little monsters made me laugh, think, nearly cry and smile, all in under a minute. I still can't decide which one rings more true, but for now, I have the purple monster in a rainstorm set as my desktop background.
Anyway, we hope it's been another wonderful week in advertising for all of you. Now go home, drink a beer and watch some football this weekend. Except for Kansas fans -- you guys might want to find something else to do on Saturdays until basketball season comes around.
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