This is the part where I would assure you people that this is an unretouched photo that I actually took from my car window but I don’t know that it’s even necessary to clarify that, simply because it’s not possible for me to get high enough to come up with something this fucked up.
I’m not really sure what the message is here. I’m assuming that it’s a tragic reminder of the horror of September 11th. Brought to you by the goodness of milk.
Or maybe it’s just a weird coincidence that they’ve combined a 9-11 battle cry with pictures of cheese and whipped cream.
Or maybe they actually meant, literally, let’s roll…away from the goodness of milk? I don’t know. I can’t even joke about it because it’s a fucking national tragedy. There’s really nothing funny or milk-related about September 11th at all. So please, Big Milk, stop now. You are making my stomach hurt.
PS. Yes. “Big Milk”. You call tobacco companies “Big Tobacco” so you would call the milk companies “Big Milk”. I don’t understand why I have to keep explaining this to people.
PPS. Hi. I know. There’s pretty much no way to leave a funny comment on a September 11th related post. You’re pretty much fucked on the whole “comment of the day thing”.
PPPS. Okay, fine. Here’s something you can comment on with impunity. Yesterday I twittered the link to a photo of a fail-whale tattoo. As with many of my twitters, things quickly went very,very badly. This is an artistic rendering of why I shouldn’t be allowed on twitter:
They really shouldn’t let me near computers at all.
Comment of the day: This made me laugh so hard freedom fries came out of my nose. AND I WASN’T EVEN EATING FREEDOM FRIES. ~ Kari