YSaC, Vol. 1186: I’m sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but there’s no reason to post this.
Two weeks or so ago, we posted a towering epic of an ad. A massive lyric poem of such scope and breadth that Homer himself would weep at attempting to encompass its majesty.
Oh, no wait.. we posted this:
Well, Mr. Cans is back, with a staggering followup to his magnum opus. An Odyssey to his Iliad, a Purgatorio to his Inferno, a “We Built This City on Rock and Roll” to his “White Rabbit.”
Who could forget the scene where the Windex bottle drags Hector’s body away from Carthage to found Rome? Or the part where Gilgamesh is frozen in ice up to his neck in the mop bucket for daring to seek the hand of Draupadi in marriage? Or the breathtaking suspense of Grace Slick drinking a can of Mountain Dew?
Incidentally, did you know that in the Mahabharata, the actual test for seekers of Draupadi’s hand seems to have involved shooting some sort of artificial fish while looking at its reflection in a pool of oil? Me neither. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother trying to be weird, when I can’t possibly match stuff like this.
Thanks for the sequel, sd!