Posted April 17, 2018
Nah. Just imagine you are approaching the Gog offices. The smell of ganga wafting out the double glazed doors down the corridor. You walk in, a 20 year old CD from Cypress Hill is blaring out a cheap modular stereo that has clearly seen better days. You ask the bleach blonde barbie doll receptionist, who has also clearly seen better days, "Who's in charge here?" She barley glances up from her iPhone, eyes glazed and confused she replies in a slured and husky pan-European accent, "I zought you vere?"
Queue: Canned laugh track. XD XD XD
Queue: Canned laugh track. XD XD XD