Not exactly the best way to introduce your petition for promotion at your law firm. I have to commend the parallels to the Wild West’s usage of the word partners and the inclusion of some inconsiderate, tobacco wielding, baseball hat wearing, scruffy looking vigilante. All in all, I believe this to be the cleverest sign meant to reside affixed to a dirty ashtray I’ve seen to date.
I’d be righteously angered that someone put their giant portable ashtray in my desk drawer taking up valuable space regularly used for my obnoxiously oversized novelty pencil. DRINK ME at home to maximize space in tiny Japanese apartments or EAT ME when leaving the house in case of Godzilla attack. Thanks go out to Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. Can’t see the forest for the trees.
Cigarettes in Japan release amorphous, particulate stalkers who enjoy 80’s wrestling moves a la Macho Man Randy Savage. What happened to friendly blue Robin Williams appearing from inanimate objects?
Stephen King, this has major plot point written all over it.
Those state-issued portable ashtrays are always sooo gaudy. We need a queer-eye for the dying guy to liven up the fashion of the salarymen fuming on the street. What’s Hard Gay doing these days?
