Remember how I told you that a local band here in Ypsi called Manhug had appropriated my image for a t-shirt? Well, I know I shouldn’t be helping them out, and giving them ideas as to how they might be able to sell more, but I’ve had this idea that I think is terrific.
Do you remember the Russian stand-up comedian who was popular the 1980’s, Yakov Smirnoff? Well, he used to have this bit where he’d say something like:
In America, you watch television.
And then follow it up with:
In Soviet Russia, the television watches YOU!!
Well, given the way the men from Manhug have made these t-shirts featuring my face, my eyes kind of line up with the breasts of whomever it is wearing it. So, I was thinking that the band could approach Mr. Smirnoff, and ask him to record the following voice-over.
In Ypsilnati, the breasts watch YOU!!
Here’s a mock-up, minus the voice-over. And all apologies to the unsuspecting model. I just grabbed the image off of Facebook.
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Smirnoff dis still doing the same act. He does it twice a day in Branson. I’m sure he’d welcome an interesting diversion.
You can find his contact information here.
http://www.yakov.com/show/
I’ll buy a shirt and parade around in it, Mark!!!
“Up here, Michale. Up. Here.”
I looked for the Arrested Development video on YouTube, but couldn’t find one.
So you are saying in your spare time you think about breasts? I am not surprised.
I heard a rumor that someone wearing a fake beard tried to steal the shirts from the Manhug house. Any truth to it?
Can someone photoshop the Manhole shirt onto Yakof? If so, we can make a 15 second video ad.
You have had some really great ideas you’ve shared on this blog, Mark. This particular one is at the opposite end of the spectrum.
I’m not trying to be difficult Mark, but how the fuck do I order a shirt? One of the links (on their FB page) goes to something completely f’d up, another goes to a My Space page that practically gave me a seizure and the third just goes to a random band page.
Can you help a sistah out?
T-shirts are so vain.
They probably think this blog is about them.
I know a woman that won’t let her boyfriend make love to her unless she is wearing this shirt.
I bought one of these in New York recently, and it’s making my nipples bleed.
The bleeding nipples isn’t the half of it. You don’t know it yet, but you’re on a roller coaster of pain.
In related news.
This is to shirt what Manhole is to music.
Boniva, that’s perfectly natural, but if you’re really unsatisfied just send us the nipple-blood-stained shirt and we’ll be happy to give you a full refund, plus shipping, plus bonus ‘My other car is a Prius’ bumper sticker.