Olha que humor negro nessa propaganda:
Nossos clientes nunca voltaram para reclamar. (Outdoor de uma casa de serviços funerários)
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Isso me lembra do projeto que eu fiz lá na escola. Todo mundo tinha que fazer um produto e vendê-lo. A gente (Mari, Manda, Lê, Pá e eu) fizemos um cemitério, pra vender as vagas...Ficou muito bacana...O "slogan" era:
Cemitério Jardins, a 150 anos plantando gente.
Sem contar que tinha de tudo lá...Até atores globais chorando em seu enterro. Naquele dia eu até pensei em fazer publicidade. Mas a criatividade só aflorou aquele dia, fazer o que?
It’s been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said “I’m angry”
Five days since you laughed at me saying
“Get that together come back and see me”
Three days since the living room,
I realized it’s all my fault, but couldn’t tell you
Yesterday you’d forgiven me
But it’ll still be two days till I say I’m sorry
Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You’ll think you’re looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Suisse
I like the sushi cause it’s never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like Leanne Rimes
Because I’m all about value
Bert Kaempfert’s got the mad hits
You try to match wits, you try to hold me but I bust through
Like Andrew Lloyd I’ve got a big show*
Mine’s about a Back-Hoe*
There’ll be a big sound from the pavement*
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I’d like a stinkin achin shake
I like vanilla, it’s the finest of the flavours
Gotta see the show, cause then you’ll know
The Vertigo is gonna grow
Cause it’s so dangerous, you’ll have to sign a waiver
How can I help it if I think you’re funny when you’re mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can’t understand what I mean? well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt
It’s been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air and said “You’re crazy”
Five days since you tackled me
I’ve still got the rug burns on both my knees
It’s been three days since the afternoon
You realized it’s not my fault not a moment too soon
Yesterday you’d forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait till you say you’re sorry
Chickity China the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin’
Watchin X-Files with no lights on,
We’re dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man’s in this one
Like Harrison Ford I’m getting Frantic
Like Sting I’m tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like Kurasawa I make mad films
Okay I don’t make films
But if I did they’d have a samurai
Like Skywalker, gotta big hunch*
Hey that’s my lunch*
Yoda’s a really really old guy*
Gonna get a set o’ better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs
Just so my irons aren’t always flying off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing
How can I help it if I think you’re funny when you’re mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can’t understand what I mean? you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt
It’s been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides and said “I’m sorry”
Five days since I laughed at you and said
“You just did just what I thought you were gonna do”
Three days since the living room
We realized we’re both to blame, but what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
Cause it’ll still be two days till we say we’re sorry
It’ll still be two days till we say we’re sorry
It’ll still be two days till we say we’re sorry
