I'm pleased, and just a little rattled, to present my idea for the GOP's next campaign ad strategy. Forget television, forget buttons, even forget hiring homeless people to pass out deceptive sample ballots, because the future is here! Just imagine: you're at a bar, you excuse yourself to use the restroom, and upon emptying your bladder, you suddenly hear a tiny voice saying, "Hi, I'm Michael Steele, and I love puppies!" Looking down at the source of the announcement, you see this:
Yes, I'm absolutely certain that talking urinal targets will be the next *ahem* wave in political advertisements. And if you think my golden idea is implausible, well, you're
thrillingly wrong! The technology is already
here!
This is my reaching-across-the-aisle olive leaf to the Republican Party. You're welcome.
9 comments:
It is SO COOL when your piss talks to you! And now EVERYONE can have the experience!
Princess Sparkle Pony, you are a warm chocolaty piece of urinal cake for bringing this to our attention.
Now, ladies? Where do we want ours placed? In the stalls seems a little icky. Perhaps in the 'discard' bin where we toss those unmentionables? That would be another surreal kick in the patooty alright!
maybe talking tampons for the ladies?
PSP, this is totally fabu, but could you please PUH-LEEZE do one with Jo Ann Emerson, Jean Schmidt, and Katherine Harris (their voices could rotate or something). Yikes. Or George Allen. He could do a rhyming Macaca thing.
I went to http://www.wizmark.com I love their terminology, "interactive urinal communicator". To boldly go . . . obviously targeting of other excretions and secretions can't be far off. What about a bidet that . . . OK I won't go there, it's beyond scatological humor. Perhaps that would be better terminology, scatological targeted marketing. Can't even take a leak without someone trying to sell you something.
Golden idea, INDEED. You're such a giver PSP.
You know, in Scotland they sometimes call it "taking a Thatcher." Many pub urinals are dedicated to famous [mostly English] villians.
... and with a steady diet of asparagus to increase the experience.
How did the puppy-pal do, anyway?
Blue Gal just has a picture of Jean Schmidt taped to the inside of the seat lid. Gender neutral: Women get to moon her, men, well, you get my drift.
How would one get a toilet cake of Jean Schmidt?
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