Sunday, July 10, 2005

Having Some Fun With the Sloganizer!

What is up with the weather??? One day it is nice and dry, sunny and picturesque. The next day it is humid and like an oven, albeit sunny. So can I head to the beach? NO, of course not. I have to catch up with domestic duties. Although, I will be at The Cop's later for BBQ and a dip in the pool. Lord knows I will need it after this afternoon. So in between laundry loads, I sit in the living room and watch some TV, blog surf while trying to keep cool. I stumble upon a neat set of utilities at famous The Surrealist. It's called the Sloganizer and it is a real barrel of laughs. You basically type in any word or phrase you want and the program generates a matching ad slogan to the word or phrase derived from popular products. Some of the outcomes are lame but every other time seems to generate pure gold.

Here are some of my favorites (I have a real sick mind on top of being ruthless):

Because Yo Mama is Complicated Enough.

All Blunt, All The Time.

Lick, Shoot, Suck Every Busted Nut.

Feel The Raw Naked Cunnilingus Of The Road.

America's Most Trusted Sweat Drip From My Balls.

An Orgy A Day Helps You Work, Rest and Play.

Drinka Pinta Bling Bling A Day.

A Different Kind Of Company. A Different Kind Of Chocolate Salty Balls.

Come See the Softer Side of Whoa.

Wouldn't You Like To Be Tea Bag'd Too?

An Army of Ghetto Booty.

Never Knowingly Brass Monkey.

Let's Face The Music and Hub Caps.

If You've Got the Time, We've Got the Astroglide.

That's Handy, Harry! Stick It In The Afro.

All Irish, All The Time.

We Bring The Good Horse Balls To Life.

Got Squack?

Good Honest Bearded Clam Since 1896.

Just Like Hitler Used To Make.

It's the Bright One, it's the Right One, that's Junkyard Willy.

Refreshes the Old Dirty Bastard Other Beers Cannot Reach.

If You Like A Lot Of Bitches On Your Biscuit, Join Our Club.

Bridge That Gap with America, Fuck Yeah.

Get More From Fellatio.

Everything We Do is Driven by Bullshit.

The Curiously Strong Tits.

This Is Not Your Father's Cock.

And last but not least (drum roll, please):

When You've Got Rottweiler, Flaunt It.