Bile Time pt. II

What's with those stupid new ABC promos where people sit around talking about how bloody wonderful the ABC is? Goes "There's more to talk about on the ABC". Pheh! Wank! Irredeemable wank! The slogan's bad enough, but the ads are far worse; what with those ditzy women slavering on reminiscing about how marvellously great ABC TV's "formula" has been over the years - yep, they sure have rated consistently. And those tradies sitting on their hairy behinds (get back to work, you lazy pricks! No wonder it takes fucking 10 months to get a bathroom installed!) yarning on and on and fucking on about how hot ABC megastar Myf Warhurst is and how the young tradie wants to date her or have her babies or some old bollocks. GET YOUR HANDS OFF IT, FELLAS! Fine - it's not fair to say that Myf's got a face for radio, but she really ain't all that. And if her personality is anything like her irritating radio persona, I'd be calling for the bill in well under half an hour. Okay, back to the ads. The delivery of these pathetic shills the ABC no doubt hired for half a stale sausage roll each and a few pissy blankets discovered in the derelict office block next to Ultimo HQ makes a Guthy Renker testimonial seem polished and animated in comparison. Good god, that was a long sentence. Anyway, these promos are so unspeakably lame I want to break things whenever they come on.

The end.