At some point in your life you've probably done it. Probably badly if you're a middle-class honky from a northern town in England. I'm talking about gang signs...
Yes, that does say blood. . . Aint nuffin cooler than dat shit rite der.
Here's a blog version. . .
Well shoot me with a 9mm if throwing a gang sign doesn't perfectly lend itself to the weird world of ad agencies and their intialized company names.
So here's a challenge: try to make a hand sign for your agency. Get one of your dawgs to snap that shit and send it to me at hairingtons@yahoo.co.uk
The best agency hand sign will win a special prize that is yet undetermined, but could be something cool like a crack pipe or yellow bandana.
Deadline: 28th February 2009 (Agencies with normal names can improvise and enter too)
And don't worry, if you don't wanna get caught my the Five-O or the erm HR department, you don't have to identify yourself to me or on the blog if you don't want to, though I'll treat you all with discretion.
Get stacking.
3 comments:
You've been listening to Public Enemy again haven't you.
Imagine how this'd turned out if you'd been watching My Left Foot instead...
Actually I was revisiting Fear Of A Black Planet this week, best opening to an album ever.
Boooyyyy.
Yours looks more like it says "bbq."
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