What kind of artifical deep fried chicken sauce defines you as a person?

Sep 06, 2005 18:52

I am fascinated with marketing.

From the New York Times today:

To promote Flavor Station, the Chicago office of Foote Cone & Belding Worldwide, a unit of the Interpublic Group of Companies, has created a television spot depicting people in different work situations - an office, a factory, a construction site - who eat Flavor Station chicken and ( Read more... )

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daikon September 7 2005, 02:43:38 UTC
i dont know the first answer, but the second one is:

A proper viking wedding requires substantial quantities of whole, smoked fish from the north sea, a goat, and a sufficient quantity of lube. Pillaging is optional. Rape is required.

Why smoked fish? Because everything in northern europe eventually involves a smoked fish on some level.

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fancychopstix September 7 2005, 02:45:09 UTC

moocowrich September 7 2005, 02:56:09 UTC
What music video just destroys any chance of an erection?

Having masturbated to many random things, from porno to Faces Of Death videos and everything in between, I can tell you with 100% certainty that the most erection-killing thing I've ever seen is Land Of Confusion by Genesis.

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ghostworld00 September 7 2005, 03:21:45 UTC
Hmm self-empowerment and individuality through chicken, I love it! Run with it!!!!

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First off, you need a viking to marry... polarbear September 7 2005, 03:28:26 UTC

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Re: First off, you need a viking to marry... bec_87rb September 7 2005, 16:04:54 UTC
Dude-sky. Your weapon is made of plastic and electrical tape. In order to marry me, you have to withstand hand to hand combat with my oldest brother, and you'd get killed. I suggest a big wooden club with metal spikes or sumpthin.

You could probably marry my cousin, though. She has a limp. But she can cook, and her oldest brother is like 80. Go for it.

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Hahaha, you amuse me. polarbear September 7 2005, 22:08:18 UTC
My axe replica is made of plastic and tape because casino security stopped me and told me that I couldn't bring in the real weapon. I assured then that I was there for drinking and celebration and wasn't going to pillage, but they were erring on the smart side. I hastily visited a prop store to procure something that looked like the real thing.

Tell your older brother that he should be glad I only consider your workhorse material. I'd tear him asunder with my bare hands, let alone what would happen with an axe. As for your cousin, she can do my laundry. No starch, or she won't walk at all, limp or no. You, you can work on the hooked on phonics, as it's dude-ski, not dude-sky, in between helping her and fetching more ale. ;)

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: ) bec_87rb September 8 2005, 15:15:10 UTC
Good thing. Engaging in personal combat with a plastic axe could be disastrous. Plus an embarrassment, if the other party had to go report your demise.

In re the braggadocio - yeah, yeah, I know, all you vikings are gods of war, etc, etc. As a woman, I also know you all put your leggings on one leg at a time, same as ever'body else.

And don't you viking guys act like ability to work isn't the primary asset of a good wife; when the winter gets long, and the animals die, in spring, *someone* has to go out and plow, ya lazy hairy bastards ...

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