Too High To Die
Diesel, we’re not quite sure what you sniff, snort and smoke when in marketing meetings, but we thank our lucky cow pastures for whatever heroin-induced vision produced the marketing rock opera “The Rise and Fall of Pete the Meat Puppet.” We’re also not sure what, if anything, it all has to do with selling fancy, over-priced designer jeans, but it doesn’t make any less less sense than Buddy Lee for Lee Jeans, Mr. Bill for Master Card or Paris Hilton for Carl’s Jr.
Pete, you see, is a puppet made of meat. A lonely butcher in search of companionship assembled him one night — from his bacon face to his portly sausage and short rib body to his lamb shank limbs. When he magically comes to life after drinking some breast milk (that always brings us to life) Pete embarks on a journey worthy of an E! True Hollywood story—complete with coke, whores and sawing off and eating his own leg.
Posted on 12.08.08 to From the Butcher, Of Unknown Origin by Bill
