Bud Light Presents: Real Men of Genius
Real Men of Genius
Today we salute you, Mr. Too-Clever-to-Allow-Anyone-Close-Enough-to-Your-Life-to-Criticize-You-Behind-Your-Back.
Mr. Too-Clever-to-Allow-Anyone-Close-Enough-to-Your-Life-to-Criticize-You-Behind-Your-Back!
From your unlisted telephone number to the mail drop that you use as an address on your driver’s license, every aspect of your identity is completely secure.
Just like Double-Oh Seven!
You even leave the default announcement message on when you buy a new answering machine.
Who the HELL do you think you’re calling paranoid?
As for personal contact, nobody’s crossing your threshold, whether it’s the White-Gloved Dust Inspector, or the Guest Bathroom Medicine Cabinet Snoop.
That’s a LOT of suppositories!
So crack open a frosty Bud Light, Mr. Too-Clever-to-Allow-Anyone-Close-Enough-to-Your-Life-to-Criticize-You-Behind-Your-Back. Because they can’t talk about you when you’re gone if they’ve never known you were there.
Mr. Too-Clever-to-Allow-Anyone-Close-Enough-to-Your-Life-to-Criticize-You-Behind-Your-Back.