Rocket Dog Rescue, some group that saves puppies, is having a fundraiser this Wednesday at Elixir (3200 16th Street @ Guerrero) and they asked a bunch of internet dorks to be 'celebrity bartenders' for the night, indicating that they don't quite comprehend the term "celebrity." Regardless, dogs need to be rescued, so Brizz and I will be serving up cirrhosis of the liver from 11pm-1am. We'll also make out with any 'sexy thangs' that donate $40 dollars to puppies and/or play any track from Trick Daddy's www.thug.com on the jukebox.
Uptown Alamanc is all about 'original content,' but I was too busy watching the water-dish-cam and listening to Shake Your Rump to watch Super Bowl commercials and Drew Hoolhorst actually works in the advertising industry:
I don’t know who writes these. The funny thing is that they are probably very talented people. But I think they get to the Bud Light client, and realize that they could just suggest to them a guy farting and this would presumably be something that Bud Light would be interested in spending 3 million dollars on.
Client: We’re trying to sell bud light, a poor tasting beer, to the people who already drink it. Any thoughts?
Agency: How about a guy farting. Or like, a guy who calls his friends, but sounds like a rap song that was popular in 2008.
Client: …GO ON…
So out of all the things they could spend some cash on, Bud Light went with: guys talking to each other in T-Pain sounds, a guy who made a house out of bud light cans, people who watch meteors thinking they’re gonna die so they want to party (novel), and how funny it’d be if you drank at a book club but then came up with zero jokes about this and just had a bunch of douchey guys drinking bud light.
Was the creative brainstorm held at Jimmy’s totally rad 15th birthday party?
For a second, I thought about blocking out her number, but then how will Saibong call her? Also, she posted this on the corner of 14th and Valencia, and I think more people walk by there then read anything I post. Part of me is worried that this is just a cruel prank by Saibong, who, not being content with spending Julia's money and running up her credit cards, left a fake number in order to get Julia's hopes up, only to crush them back down. Restore my faith in humanity, Saibong.
In the worlds of late, great ODB, "sexy, sexy, sexy." Also, PUKE. Also, to each their own so ORDER AWAY, PERVS! I can't wait until some "creative" freak makes reusable diapers out of this stuff WHAT YOU KNOW IT'S GONNA HAPPEN.
Seriously, a bus crashed into a fire hydrant in Lower Haight tonight. Fucking AWESOME.
UPDATE: Vid from Elly.