John Basedow and Fitness Made Simple suck.

John Basedow and Fitness Made Simple suck

Sometimes I idly daydream about becoming some sort of consumer ombudsman/censor. I would spend my days driving around select ad agencies saying “Oi! Adman! No!” while I burn all copies of their ads. Which was fun for a while, but John Basedow and Fitness Made Simple has driven me to concoct a more elaborate scheme where I invent a self healing television that comes with a shotgun, and so I could blast away each ad individually, and then still be able to watch Stargate.


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