Presumably Unintentional Hilarities of Capitalism, Chapter Umpteen
I'm guessing these things are all over your internets, too: Obstreperous, occasionally huge or flashy banner ads enticing you to clickthrough and discover how you, too, can receive a fat paycheck from Uncle Barry. Up to $12,000! Big fat cash; no lobbying required! The American Fuckin' Dream, baby!!Anyway, some turd was unsavvy enough to affix his "blog" address to one of them, enabling us to visit without generating any ad revenue for the banner-vampyres. Not exactly entertaining in the classical sense, but as unintentional self-parody, it rivals even the sloppiest juggalo myspace affairs. So if you find yourself incredibly bored or at work, check this thing out and cry a river for poor fireman Jeff. Relax, and blindly trust him because he hates all those "get rich quick schemes you see on TV." Don't miss the clearly uncontrived "comments" at the end. And check out his photographic evidence of family-mandom!
[To all such Jeffs, on behalf of anyone familiar with the phrase "snake oil": Please step away from your computer and resume fighting fires. We'll all be better off for it later.]
Labels: Barry O, crapitalism, fake plastic kids
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