Want an erection with that meal? ask Burger King
Friday, December 11th, 2009
In the attempt to get noticed over other ear-tag vendors, fast-food shops like to do online campaigns which are a bit quirky. There was that dancing chicken bloke who you could make… well… do stuff.
Now, Burger King are at it, with some lass in a shower with what they’re imaginatively dubbing ‘Burger King Presents Singing In The Shower‘.
So, if you’re in the business of getting a lob-on over some no-mark in a shower, scrubbing her arse while she sings a pop hit every morning, this showercam should be the best thing you’ve seen since Porky’s Revenge.
Of course, the marketing chumps missed a trick here. What they should have done is something far more humiliating. They should have got a girl who can’t sing for toffee and forced her to squirm in a bikini shaped like a Chicken Royale Meal whilst people abused her live. That would have been funny. It would’ve been like The Wide Awake Club’s ‘Singing In The Shower’ section which got simpletons to butcher ’80s pop hits.
Burger King are also offering the chance to win a date with our little performing monkey, which I imagine, won’t go as hoped for many of the inevitable onanists as it won’t involve a quick soapy wank, but rather, an awkward encounter involving some blokes from Burger King’s marketing department constantly saying “Having fun?” and “No touching Burger Girl!”
Unless, of course, they’re actually going to prostitute this poor wannabe starlet.

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All those in the Bitterwallet office are partial to a little crisp rustling. It’s not uncommon for Andy to batter a man to death over the final packet of Worcester Sauce on the shelf, and there isn’t a brand of Prawn Cocktail that hasn’t gone untested by my gut. And we rarely see eye-to-eye on such world-shattering matters.
So you’re sat in the bar with the girls after work one evening, when a man you vaguely recognise walks across to your table and asks what you’ll be cooking dinner for him. And he mentions he needs the dry cleaning picking up, too. Your confusion quickly becomes screaming panic when he explains that you’re married to him. Seems you went on a blind date with him over a year ago, it didn’t work out and as a result you two are hitched.
Apparently there’s a
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