Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. Fight Club, 1999.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
My balls are okay...
If you're asking WTF, so was I. So, I give you, Boys on Wheels, performing their smash hit "My balls are okay." Once you pick yourself up off the floor, try to control the laughing.
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