The copywriter (or the copywriters, because I suspect that a bear shit like that had to be fed a bunch of brain-rotting) responsible for an advertisement that made, it is the first candidate of the new book "evil people who must die (and slowly)," at this blog. (A little ' as the "hate list" of Punzy )
do not know who attend, the creativoni advertising agency responsible for that bullshit, but apparently they think that sending fuck the conventions, becoming skippers of their own destiny and have the courage to shape their own future, like clay under a couple of manly hands, it is necessary to piss off at least thirty-five thousand euro. At least. Because if you have the "courage" does not want to cram optionals? Come on up.
And, yes, fuck the acid jazz and lounge music. But then, a god christ, this shit on the soundtrack of commercials, have the courage to put something radically "different"! I know, the or Carcass Impaled Nazarene at this point.
No, do sboroni and then collapsed on the anemic pianofortino Giovanni Allevi seasoned saxophonist Kenny G. to the idiot!
Ridiculous.