Sometimes a wave of anticipation washes over you, cleansing you with the pure, innocent joy of a child excitedly awaiting the arrival of Santa Claus. You know what I mean. The wanton excitement of seeing something for the very first time, experiencing something that you couldn’t even have believed possible just moments before. This is how the world should always be, always exciting, always challenging, always pushing you to believe that if you really work at it, anything is possible.
That’s nothing to do with the contents of today’s blog, you understand. Just thought you could maybe do with a pick-me-up before the inevitable grind of a Monday gets its filthy talons into your soul and rend at the mythical ectopl… sorry.
Perhaps it’s just me being, well, me but I found this advert to be extremely childish:
You see, my dear friends. No matter what you may think, regardless of how much over the odds you pay- every single Toyota in the world belongs to Jarno, Justin, Bridie (who unfortunately doesn’t look like a pastry-snack and therefore all jokes are void), Kazuhiro, Emilie, Mike and Carly. In all honesty, most Toyota owners probably didn’t know this but as usual this is an issue of people not reading the small-print.
In actual fact, all Toyotas are actually owned by this small conglomerate of Toyota employees due to an administrative error first discovered in 1994. I think it’s time people knew. Toyota owners! Stand up and unite against the conglomerate. From the smug bastard in a Prius to the equally smug bastard in a Rav 4, undoing all of smug bastard #1′s good work for the environment I urge you to take them down.
The fight begins here. I won’t be joining you though, I drive a Ford. Have fun though.
