You're Adink

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.

But...

...At the bottom, was the name of the company who created the flyer:


Adinkvillage.com

Me: "Does that say, 'A Dink Village?'"

Yes.

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:


Or maybe this?


Yeah, I stuck that stupid douche canoe 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.

Oh.

Ad Ink Village.

That makes more sense.

Still, though - whichever dipshit 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.


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ALSO:

I've created an audition tape to try and have my VERY OWN TALK SHOW!!

This is not a drill.

Please check it out and vote for me. That would be awesome.

Then what would be awesome is if you spread the word and got me even more votes.

Then I get rich and we're all happy. And by 'we're all happy' I mean "I am." I see this as a win.