Teenage Twix
I've proudly kept this an ad-free blog. (That damn owl is so cute.) Callous consumerism and the dark magic of marketers shall not taint the puerile words that plop upon this page. Until today. As I do with all matters of blog-importance, I consulted with my shadow boxer, Chris Gage.
Me: Should i sell-out for free candy bars?
Him: Hell yeah! Fucking Twix are the raddest candy bars. I remember fondly when they first came out -- it was like a debutante's ball in my mouth. And while not as super-awesome as the debut of the Whatchamacallit, a Twix banner will look great on your site.
Thus, in the words of Dennis Crowley: "POW!"
Note to advertisers and other packaged goods whores: Tempt me with free food and I'll blog the shit out of you.
Me: Should i sell-out for free candy bars?
Him: Hell yeah! Fucking Twix are the raddest candy bars. I remember fondly when they first came out -- it was like a debutante's ball in my mouth. And while not as super-awesome as the debut of the Whatchamacallit, a Twix banner will look great on your site.
Thus, in the words of Dennis Crowley: "POW!"
Note to advertisers and other packaged goods whores: Tempt me with free food and I'll blog the shit out of you.
