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Monday, September 24, 2007

What do you MEAN 'the jerseys were hard to tell apart'?

I'm Dan Surecheck, Senior VP, Adidas Minority Pussy-Ass Sports Division, Pacific rim. Last night, Dan Surecheck slept like a fuckin' baby. A heavily sedated baby. But this morning... it's 7.15am and there I am, takin' a shower after my 14 mile run to the office, and the phone rings (yeah, my fuckin' iPhone's waterproof). I take the call - it's New Zealand on the line, but this ain't some some hairy-dick hobbit wanting his ring back, no, they're screamin' "Dan! We got ourselves a fuckin' SITUATION!".

"You can't tell the jerseys apart!" they're sayin'. "The All Blacks and the only other team in the world with similar colors are playing, and you fucked it up, Dan!" they're tellin' me. The thing they don't realise, right, is that Dan Surecheck NEVER fucks up. Sure, there was that one time in college, but if you wanna join Pi Lamda Kappa, man, those are the risks you take. No-one FORCED the kid to run off that car park roof in blind terror. He chose his own path. He's gotta look at life in a wheelchair as an opportunity, am I right? It's up to HIM now.

Anyhoo, as we all know, when the shit hits the fan, El Surecheckio goes straight into solution mode. I get Vantella-May to bring me a triple shot mocha no cream, with some Avocado on toast on the double so I can think, and roll the tape. If New Zealand has got a problem, my 8.30am Racquetball game goes right out the fuckin' window, lemme tell ya.

Here's the deal. On one side, we got Richie McCaw and the All Blacks. On the other side, we got some bunch of fuckin' pussies from Scotland. Hang on... hold the fuckin' burrito - Surecheckarino's spotted the problem straightaway - you Kiwis just don't know how to watch Rugby. Sure, the whole thing's a mess of grey and black and blue and grey, but you gotta forget about that. Forget it. Listen close. What are the All Blacks wearing? That's right, a three fuckin' dimensional garment with bodymapping technology. Made out of ClimaCool. IT! DOESN'T! FUCKIN! MATTER! About the color! And I haven't even mentioned the Powerweb. Are you guys blind, or what?

And Scotland? Scotland got Canterbury jersys. With piping. And a chest-zone-separate-and-lift-power-strip. And what are those jerseys made of? That's right, Temex Polycotton. You guys got me out of the shower for this? You'd have to be retarded not to tell the difference. AND a fuckin' moron. Temex! ClimaCool! Temex! ClimaCool! It's not so hard, is it? Sheesh.

I am so fuckin' on. I get New Zealand back on the line, and after a bit of the ol' Surecheck hairdryer treatment, they're soon seeing things my way. Lemme tell you guys, we don't spend an absolute shitload on R+D for some shit for brains with three sheep in his ass to interrupt my shower and tell me they can't tell a ClimaCool from a fuckin' Temex. Fuck me. Sideways.

Still, that fire's out, and I can still make my 9.45am Pilates class. And hey - I mean, this is Rugby right? At least it wasn't Hockey, or Basketball, then we'd have a REAL fuckin' situation on our hands. Hasta manana, amigos.


Jimmy Jangles said...

mg you are crazy with the funnies.

richard said...

Cheers JJ - shouldn't you be wasting aliens or something?

Jimmy Jangles said...

just spreading the interplanetary love!