Wearing the tightest trousers since Sandra Dee, Adam gives a Creative presentation to the rest of
the company whose eyes embarrassingly transfix on his groin where the exact size and shape of
his chipolata’s helmet can easily be identified. His presentation reminds the company of a
rambling Judy Finnigan. With smaller cock.
With the big pitch brief coming in this afternoon, Adam escapes to another unknown meeting and
returns 3 and a half hours later smelling of pickled eggs and Hoegarden.
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- The Placement
- I hate my fucking job. I didn’t get into advertising to watch a Petri dish experiment of cuntal behaviour. But yet here I am. A mickey mouse degree in copywriting and a student loan that towers higher than my empty beer can monolith. And still no job. Well, that’s not exactly true. I work my balls off at one of the region’s turdiest ad agencies for nothing. Yes nothing. ‘A placement’ we call it. Which roughly translates to ‘you will work your ass off for free and we’ll nick all your ideas’. But beggars can’t be choosers and I need the experience. Sadly, my experience so far is working for a bunch of piddle-dicked creative wannabes and in particular, my Creative Director, Adam. Without doubt the most inane charlatan in the history of cunt-kind. I wish he would just buy some compost, shove it down his fetid, moth-eaten, tuna-smelling pants and grow some balls, the masquerading creative shitwit. Speaking of balls, instead of a stress ball, I let it all out here. Every moment of Adam’s working (I use the term loosely) life. A little like Bridget Jones but without the big pants. Enjoy