You have to laugh at the news on Gawker that Saatchi and Saatchi has been infested by fucking bed bugs. Gawker reckons it’s all JC Penney’s fault. Apparently, Saatchi recently commissioned the store to deck out its new 17th floor lounge. Which has since been closed ‘cos it’s fucking alive with crawly thinks that suck your blood and leave really nasty “Lovemarks.” Ha, does Kev know about this shit, or is he blowing lots of dosh at the Bora Bora Ritz Carlton while attending the South Pacific Rugby WankFest? I mean, c’mon, someone has to be out there doing this shit while dressed from head to toe in black. Meantime, back at the ranch, what’s next… Fucking vampire bats? I wonder how the clients feel about meetings at the agency… Not too fucking happy I would think.
Send the fucking couches here!
