Someone in marketing needs to be fired.
Let me explain.
The other day, my wife handed me an advertising flyer from our newspaper.
Wife: “Tell me how you read this.”
I looked at the flyer.
It was full over advertisements for local companies.
…At the bottom, was the name of the company who created the flyer:
Me: “Does that say, ‘A Dink Village?'”
This flyer was brought to you by:
A Dink Village.
Aside from probably being Paris Hilton’s favorite vacation spot, I cannot imagine what A Dink Village is.
Is it this:
Yeah, I stuck stupid fucking Barry in there.
He should feel privileged that I still think about his fat ass once in a while.
Of course, I’m picturing him in a village full of dinks, but whatever.
Curious as to what exactly A Dink Village is, I decided to go to the website.
Ad Ink Village.
That makes more sense.
Still, though – whichever dickfuck won the ‘Name the Company’ contest needs to be fired immediately.
Maybe they can go work for Acocktown.com.
I’ll shit if there’s a website for that.