Hey, every business team could use a young, well-groomed firestarter, right? Some of you will remember the first ad in this comical new NYC anti-drug phone kiosk campaign where no passersby would help a poor kid tie off his arm. Here, I’m assuming Junior Exec is chasing the white dragon, since crystal meth is again the only drug mentioned by name in that ridiculous copy block with three fucking phone numbers and 11 fucking logos that—I guarantee you—is being read by absolutely NO ONE. Anyway, I don’t know about you all, but come 2-3 in the weekday pm…I’m ready for a couple of fucking hits of Tina. And the rest of those lame-ass team members—I’m talking to you, bearded douchebag—look like they’re ripe for the pipe, too.
Photo: Copyranter himself (snapped in “The Heights”)
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