Maybe Not Marketing: Dred Scotch
by Johnny DebacleDred Scotch: It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time.
Recommendation: A classic case of Maybe Not Marketing. With its dark humor, it plays on the learned sophistication of the Scotch drinking demographic with a call to a pivotal moment in American history. But sometimes humor can be too dark.
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over my head
1. Nice pun debacle, I’m sure that went over a few people’s heads as well…
2. @ Anus, http://www.justfuckinggoogleit.com , works wonders
3. Where can I get some?
Might I suggest a disclaimer? Somehting along the lines of:
http://longorshortcapital.com/my-get-out-of-racism-card.htm
Good banter back then, Anal_yst. Ah, the memories.
I dunno. It was my drink of choice when I watched that David Mamet film, Glengarry Glenrothes, and when I re-read my favorite book, Elliot’s “Glenmill on the Floss.”
Short: Bad puns.
Long: Groaning readers.
Pleb – your trade doesnt make sense to me. Why not Texas hedge this one and go long bad puns and long groaning readers? The two clearly have a tremendous amount of synergy, and if you can pump your long in bad puns (which your post certainly suggests you are able of doing) you can add leverage to the trade with limited downside exposure with your long groaning readers position
This will help diversify my Liquor Stolen Value Fund.
Uh, so true! I live in a diverse neighborhood, because at this point in my life I want to DO GOOD, bring people up. Bloody, self actualization and do goodery…
Anyway, I drink Scotch, straight, on the rocks, in a Rob Roy… Highland Park, Glenmorangie (sp?) … And Booker’s.
One Friday night, the sistah from across the street came by to invite us to a party, “We have a case of Gray Goose!” she uttered. I said I only drink Scotch or Bookers (the alcohol content helps). To which there was a very confused inquisition of what that was.
So now, my do goodery is to include expansion of alcoholic pallets… That, and teaching that Timberlands tree is the one they use in the south… Irony.