What kind of artifical deep fried chicken sauce defines you as a person?

[threepennies]

I am fascinated with marketing.

From the New York Times today:

To promote Flavor Station, the Chicago office of Foote Cone & Belding Worldwide, a unit of the Interpublic Group of Companies, has created a television spot depicting people in different work situations - an office, a factory, a construction site - who eat Flavor Station chicken and

Comments

First off, you need a viking to marry...

[polarbear]

Re: First off, you need a viking to marry...

[bec_87rb]

Dude-sky. Your weapon is made of plastic and electrical tape. In order to marry me, you have to withstand hand to hand combat with my oldest brother, and you'd get killed. I suggest a big wooden club with metal spikes or sumpthin.

You could probably marry my cousin, though. She has a limp. But she can cook, and her oldest brother is like 80. Go for it.

Hahaha, you amuse me.

[polarbear]

My axe replica is made of plastic and tape because casino security stopped me and told me that I couldn't bring in the real weapon. I assured then that I was there for drinking and celebration and wasn't going to pillage, but they were erring on the smart side. I hastily visited a prop store to procure something that looked like the real thing.

Tell your older brother that he should be glad I only consider your workhorse material. I'd tear him asunder with my bare hands, let alone what would happen with an axe. As for your cousin, she can do my laundry. No starch, or she won't walk at all, limp or no. You, you can work on the hooked on phonics, as it's dude-ski, not dude-sky, in between helping her and fetching more ale. ;)

: )

[bec_87rb]

Good thing. Engaging in personal combat with a plastic axe could be disastrous. Plus an embarrassment, if the other party had to go report your demise.

In re the braggadocio - yeah, yeah, I know, all you vikings are gods of war, etc, etc. As a woman, I also know you all put your leggings on one leg at a time, same as ever'body else.

And don't you viking guys act like ability to work isn't the primary asset of a good wife; when the winter gets long, and the animals die, in spring, *someone* has to go out and plow, ya lazy hairy bastards ...