SHAMPOO HELL

Last week I took the metro in Brussels for a long ride. It was the middle of the day so not a lot was going on. No hot schoolgirls or secretaries to enjoy just a bunch of old farts and criminal types. So I just looked around a bit. The dude in front of me was reading a paper and on the back there was a new shampoocommercial with professional scumbag Stefan Everts. Who the fuck came up with that stupid idea? Let's use a dude who's always wearing a helmet or a hat to sell hairproducts! Coke is still cheap for advertisingagencies I guess. When the train stopped at the next station whose ugly mug was staring at me? You guessed it! Stefan fucking Everts, I always hated the motherfucker but this was going to far! Where are the days when hot naked chicks under waterfalls were selling shampoo? Luckily the train didn't stop too long. Next station. Who's looking me in the eye? Yes, it's the most stupid limburger ever born! I can't even type his name anymore or I am gonna break the computer. Guess who was waiting for me at the next stop? AAAARGH! Was I stuck in some crazy nightmare? Would I ever get out these dark tunnels and escape the glare of the two-wheeled retard pointing that green bottle in my face? This went on and on and on untill finally we reached my stop! In the meantime I made up a million ways to kill that asshole, his family, his friends, his team, his manager, every other stupid motorcyclist, the advertisingagency who invented this commercial, the guy who put the posters up, the guy who allowed these posters in the station,... But fuck all that, I could get off! I left the station as soon as possible. As I was walking up the stairs I saw a poster. First I only saw some feet, than knees, a small crotch, this couldn't be true, but it was, a giant asshole showing off his scumbagsmile, even in the outsideworld, why???????????? AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!