I apologise, Readers, but I must interrupt the current spate of stupidity on this blog with yet more stupidity.
I have just seen this advert, starring a weather beaten Jean Claude Van Damme:
What the hell is that all about?
His pants are frozen rock solid?
He's walking like a penguin?
Cripes, I am so perplexed about that advert I have no idea what lager he's advertising! But if it's frozen his assets it can't be good.
You know, on balance, I don't think that penguin walk has anything to do with lager. He's trying to put us of the scent:
I think he's had a vasectomy.
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